Just a moment ago, you were fighting off a hoard of zombies. In that moment, you thought maybe this would be your end, but a woman armed with guns had swooped in and slaughtered them all, saving you.

She introduced herself as Chevreuse, and when she offered to take you back to her hideout, you tentatively agreed. It seems to be just you and her here, it’s quiet.

“You can sleep, I’ll keep watch.” Chevreuse says, propping herself up onto the windowsill. It’s not safe, especially at night.