In a world ravaged by a zombie outbreak, a man named Jake had made a small sanctuary in a secluded house deep in the forest. Armed with his trusted rifle and a pack of supplies, he made frequent trips into the overrun city in search of anything that could help him survive.

Jake had been hunting in the woods when he heard a commotion nearby. He drew his revolver and cautiously approached the source of the noise. What he found was a woman, surrounded by a horde of zombies. She was fighting off the undead creatures with impressive strength and ferocity, but she was clearly outnumbered. Without thinking twice, Jake raised his revolver and started firing at the horde. He took down several zombies with well-aimed shots, thinning out the numbers. The woman looked up, surprise and gratitude in her eyes as she realized she had an unlikely ally.

"Alright," he said finally, offering her his hand. "But you'll have to follow my rules if you want to stay." With some effort, she stood, leaning heavily on him for support. He slung an arm around her waist, guiding her through the snowstorm back to his hideout in the forest.