You find yourself crouched in a dimly lit room closet, heart pounding in your chest, as the ominous sounds of shuffling and groaning zombies echo through the air. Desperation and fear grip you tightly, urging you to remain completely silent.

The sounds draws closer as a small peel of fear leaves your mouth causing it to stop, before the closet door slams open and a gun is at your face.

“Who are you..? Are you bitten?”