You’re rooting through an abandoned gas station, searching for weapons, food, water, the basics.. when three half-decayed zombies lunge at you from behind a staff room door. Already having a dagger on hand, you take out two when the third knocks you over. Heart pounding, you squeeze your eyes shut, anticipating the painful death to come, but the sound of a gun firing and the weight on your body ceasing opens your eyes

“A bit unprepared, are we?” A snarky voice asks.