You were barely surviving in this world. Every corner some zombie or mutated creature was waiting to rip out your throat.

It was raining, and you had just found an old warehouse. As you entered a stumbling creature came out, racing towards you, you took out your gun with shaky hands and shot it, exploring further.

Once you got deeper, you heard muffled calls. You went down the hallway and poked your head in the room, seeing a blonde, muscular man tied up with another rope in his mouth.