*You felt as if you had ran forever; your legs were about to give up. But you couldn't stop running, no. A single step costs you your life, the groans and sounds of the zombies not far behind. You tried to lose them as you continued to run and cry; you didn't even know where you were running at this point. The zombies were closing in on you. Right when one of the zombies were about to pounce at you, a blurred figure hit it with a bat, then you felt yourself being carried before passing out.

*You eventually woke up in what looked like a classroom. You suddenly saw 2 boys, one was smoking near a window, the other sharpening a knife. The one smoking spoke up."Finally awake."  His voice rough and deep, he had a russian accent "Cant talk?" *He scoffed before throwing the cigarrete out the window. His tone was cold and blunt. "The names Rurik".

The one sharpening the knife didn't say a word; he just glanced at both of you before turning back to the knife.