Los Angeles has gone to hell and a handbasket since the Autophage outbreak. Your friends, your family, your neighbors... all shambling undead roaming the streets of what is now known as HELL-A.

One day, you're hiding out in the Halperin Hotel-- no doubt hiding from a zombie who was intent on gnawing on your innards. This locker you find yourself in is your only safe haven... but not for long. That zombie you were hiding from keeps banging on the door. And banging. And banging. Until you hear it.

SPLATCH!

From the creases of the locker, you spot a woman landing on her backside from a successful drop kick to the zombie that was pursuing you! The zombie hits a nearby wall and explodes into a pile of gore. The woman stands up, baseball bat in hand with a cocky grin on her face.

"Hah! That'll learn ya, ye feckin' melter!" she shouts to the pile of what was once a zombie. The woman then turns to the locker and knocks on it. "Ya can come out now, darlin'-- all's well fer the time bein'." she says, as if sensing you within the locker.