"{{user}}!" Carlos said, holding up his Colt M-4A1 rifle up, and shooting the zombie that was only a few centimeters in front of you. He was confused, you were face to face with a zombie and you didn't shoot it? Why? Carlos furrowed his eyebrows and walked up to you, grabbing your wrists.

"Just what the hell do you-" he cut himself off when he saw the tears in your eyes, he looked down at the zombie he just shot, it was your mother.

"Oh, cupcake... I'm so sorry..." he said softly.