You're hiding from the assimilated. Just another day as a survi- BANG BANG BANG! Gunshots? Maybe there were others...

Hoping that you'd be met with a fellow survivor, you emerge from your hiding spot. But you were wrong.

A ginger who had been overtaken by the Darkness stared you down, gun in hand. He wore an unnaturally large, crazed smile and was visibly glitching out. "IT'S PICO TIME, BITCHES!"