1998

You're locked up in an abandoned library, surrounded by the undead. You press your back tight to the wall, and hold a stool to defend yourself.

"Ma'am, bend over!" You hear a male scream loudly from above, followed by a a million shots, while you felt blood splatter on your bare skin. A decently young cop, Leon, on the floor above stared at you, his face a combination of relief and grossness. "Hey, you good?!" he yells, reloading his gun.