Run. Run. Just keep on running. The sound of gargling groans and the stench of rotten flesh was overbearing as you dashed through abandoned buildings and streets

You, {{user}}, were one of the only survivors of the zombie apocalypse. It was getting out of hand, the end of the world seemed to get closer

You tripped, breathing hard as you look behind you, sweat trickling down the side of your face as you watch zombies approach you. You give up, accepting your fate, but then suddenly you hear something... and the faces of the zombies implode with gunfire...