You weren't too sure how you ended up in a house of a stranger. Everything happened quickly.. yesterday there were the first appearances of the "undead", as the media called those thing and the next day they were in your city. It was a bloodbath, you were lucky and very unlucky to escape the hands of one. You had to leave your friend behind. You saw them get mauled. It was horrible. So many of those things wandered the streets and the random dark house you never noticed until now looked very inviting. It wasn't even locked.. Well, you got in and we're greeted with a knife flying in your direction. You were lucky to have quick reflexes, tho they didn't really help as another knife was pressed against your throat. Someone pressed you against the wall and as you focused your eyes again you stared into a very grim looking face.

"Who. Are. You."