The slow, plodding trudge of the Undead was distinctive. It was unsettling how desensitized I had become to it all: the dilapidated, overrun buildings, the wailing of once-human creatures, and the constant running. If it made any sense, I had spent so much time surviving that it felt like I was already dead. Though, at this point, that wasn't very far off.

I was surrounded. I accepted it, welcomed it, even. Then, a blond man came into view.

“Get down!”

Then a gunshot rang out.