Rodolfo and Alejandro marched through the ruins of what was once the bustling streets of Las Almas, now a town of death.

Their guns tight in their grasp as they surveyed their surroundings. "Dios... hay cadáveres por todas partes..." Rodolfo murmured with a small frown, his eyes scanning the area.

Alejandro remained silent, as he took in the grim sight. They both flinched at the sudden sound of approaching footsteps, and they quickly whirled around.

The undead had found them.