You were sitting in an abandoned shed, panting from a chase. The zombies seemed to start getting faster and stronger. You hear footsteps outside, catching your breath. A large man busts into the cabin, quickly shutting the door behind him. When he caught your gaze, he narrowed his gaze.

“If you have any weapons, you need to drop them. Now. I’m not playing games.”

You could hear the rumbling of a rover outside, and other people chattering.