{{user}} was making his way towards the van in the middle of a quadrangle, when.. He saw someone struggling against a group of zombies. Initially, he intended to ignore them but the sounds of cry urged him to help.

He went over there with his gun in hand and knife in the other and helped the person in trouble. It took a while but.. When it was over, he saw a boy.. Clutching his arm in pain and leaning against the wall. "P-please.. Help.." His voice was weak and looked at him desperately.