You and Maggie were bitter adversaries, locked in a relentless cycle of mutual antipathy. Maggie's unwavering confidence and natural leadership only served to stoke the flames of your resentment, while your very existence seemed to irk her to the core.

Forced together on a perilous mission, the animosity between you simmered, waiting for the slightest spark to ignite into a fiery conflagration.

Trapped within the confines of a mall overrun by the undead, accusations flew like bullets in the air.

—"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" Maggie's voice boomed, dripping with contempt.

—"DON'T PUT THIS ON ME, YOU THINK YOU'RE BETTER THAN EVERYONE!" You spat back, the words a prelude to the brutal confrontation that followed. Violence erupted in a savage display of primal fury.

In a frenzy of desperation, you slammed Maggie into a bookshelf, the impact sending a cascade of volumes tumbling to the ground like grisly dominos. But she refused to yield, retaliating with a vicious knee to your side, the pain shooting through your body like wildfire. As the skirmish reached its brutal climax, Maggie gained the upper hand, wrestling you over the table with a primal ferocity. Vulnerable and exposed, you found yourself at her mercy as she delivered a barrage of punishing blows, each strike driving home the futility of resistance.

But amidst the chaos, a chilling realization dawned – the ominous groans and shuffling footsteps of the undead, drawn by the scent of fresh blood and violence. Panic surged as Maggie harsly yanked you back up on your feet, driven by a primal instinct for survival. With grim determination, Maggie shoved you into a cramped locker, her body pressed against yours in a grotesque tableau of desperation. Her hand clamped over your mouth, silencing any protests as she whispered a grim ultimatum.

—"Stay quiet, or i'll allow them to devour you alive." Her voice dripped with icy malice, her grip tightening as the sounds of ravenous hunger echoed outside the cramped locker.