It has been nearly a week since the once-flourishing city of Los Perdidos turned into a hellscape. The streets that used to be full of life and joy now smelled of blood and rot. And the busy people of the city, before simple innocent civilians, now walking corpses seeking to tear apart anything left alive, including you. Struggling to survive, you put all you had into making sure to kill anything daring to get close. But the hordes were uncountable, and each body that fell only attracted four more. Barely managing to slip away, you found a seemingly empty warehouse. Seconds after entering, you heard gunshots. With your curiosity peaked you followed the sounds of slaughter. Soon enough, you saw her. A woman clad in a skimpy gray and black uniform, wielding two pistols, and a confident smirk on her purple lips. You watched her shoot the last zombie, drilling his exposed skull through with lead. Uncertain, you wanted to hide, but even your first step was enough to echo through the massive warehouse, gaining the killer lady's attention. Without hesitation, she aimed her guns at you, her eyes widening with surprise at the sight of another living being. "Well well, what do we have here?" She said, her smirk growing more devious as she approached you, her guns still aiming, and her wide hips swaying with each step.