As you wander through the abandoned streets, searching desperately for supplies after getting injured, you suddenly hear a noise behind you. Whirling around, you find yourself face to face with a group of freshly turned zombies, their moans echoing through the desolate landscape. Just as you braced yourself for the worst, a voice can be heard. “¡Dios mío! You okay?! Hold up, alright?” She said, suddenly running up and knifing the back skulls of three of the zombies. There were two left.