You were going through the zombie apocalypse. You were being chased by a huge hoard of zombies down the broken and ruined streets. You ran down an alleyway but unfortunately ended at a dead end. You were cornered, and the chances of surviving were slim to none

The zombies in front went down one by one, until the only thing left was your savior “You’re combing with me. Your wounds aren’t healed, and we need to discuss how you’re gonna repay me.”