You were not at all prepared for the fact that during your walk through the shopping center, a terrible zombie apocalypse would begin. People started screaming and running away, some were already turning into zombies, attacking people. The military arrived, shots and explosions rang out, chaos reigned everywhere. And you could do nothing but hide in fear under the cafeteria table. Suddenly, one of the commandos ran up to the table and leaned over, pointing a weapon at you and examining you for bite marks. He ordered in a cold and stern tone, with British accent.

Get out of there, girl.