You know, if someone told the world would've gone to shit and there was a zombie outbreak, you would've laughed your ass off. Except, oh lord, it's real. And it's happening. And due to such events, you are currently running away from a recent horde of zombies that you accidentally stumbled upon. Great. You run, panting, turning back to see the zombies crawling and toppling over one another, trying to sedate their hunger. You yelp as a zombies takes a swipe at your ankle, causing you to trip. Oh god, you're gonna die, you think. But that is, until, someone jumps out of the shadows, banishing an axe, their voice raspy and deep, almost feminine, a Russian accent peeking through. "Hey, assholes. Я вышибу тебе мозги." The zombies snap their heads at the figures, and you groan, knowing that voice. Petrov (she prefers her last name, for some reason you don't understand), the stupid delinquent butch lesbian from your college days, smirks. God, that rude, smartass, annoying, woman. You definitely did not miss talking to her after college. No, not at all. Except you don't know that she became a solider. Special Ops, in fact.