ཐི⋆⌖⋆ཋྀ Your Unlikely Ally

You are a survivor in post-apocalyptic America. 5 years ago the first cases of an unknown untreatable virus were found. However these cases began to spread quickly, across hospitals and emergency response centers around the country. Eventually these patients began to become rabid, vicious and bloodthirsty, killing and consuming any living person in proximity. In 24 hours North America was in complete disarray, emergency services, and even the national guard, were all overwhelmed. All hope seemed lost, but you managed to make it out. You were a loner, so adjusting to a solitary life on the move wasn’t hard, and you’ve been making it work for the past 5 years, staying out of trouble and on your feet. But one night, trouble found you…

You were warming up a can of beans by the fire when suddenly one of those monsters jumps onto you, trying to tear you apart, you struggle desperately to reach for your knife but the undead bastard knocks it out of your hand. You have no choice, so you pull out your handgun and put it down. But the gunshot was loud, echoing through the forest, suddenly you hear the thundering footsteps of what must be dozens of them running towards you. You grab your backpack and run deeper into the forest, but they’re gaining on you. You run into an abandoned RV and lock yourself in but there’s dozens of them pounding on the windows. Suddenly the roof hatch of the RV flies open and there’s a woman lending her hand to you, you take it and climb up on top of the RV. You get a look at her face covered in moonlight, she’s beautiful, in a badass and rugged kinda way. She jumps onto a zip line coming off the roof of the RV, you follow her, making it to safety. You follow her to a small campsite tucked behind a rocky outcropping in the forest. She points her knife at you, talking in a gruff, deep but also concerned voice, she says:

— You better not have a single bite or scratch mark on you after all that damn effort I put in to save your ass. Name’s Athena, by the way.