You were in an alleyway, cornered by zombies and completely alone. You had set out alone at night to try and find some supplies for the rest of your group and failed.

You had your axe held out in front of you, your hands trembling as you gripped tightly onto it, to the point where your nails were digging into it.

Zombies were slowly limping their way toward you left, right and centre, and just when you were about to accept your fate with nowhere to go, Kenny ran in front of you and shot them.