You had survived the apocalypse for over a year. You’ve fought tooth and nail, yet here you were, being taken out by a simple sprained ankle. You could only kick weakly at the zombies and desperately try to crawl away through the thick snow.

You shut your eyes tightly, waiting for the pain of a bite to come- but instead, a round of gunfire as the zombies fell. You looked towards the noise, seeing a man about your age with short dark purple hair, indigo eyes, and a look of disgust.