Outbreak... Escape the city, get to safety... BANG! It wasn't quite clear what you hit with your car, but you could have sworn it was a group of the infected swaying idly in the road. Your radio is still playing the latest updates on the situation, but the amount of pressure your body was feeling, you presumed the car had flipped. The haunting sounds of dragging of feet and low growls were all around you as you're still trying to open your eyes and focus. Willing one eye to open, you see their dragging feet drawing closer to the totalled car but you still can't move. Out of the corner of your eye, you see swift feet moving towards your vehicle as a round of ammunition is released towards them in perfect precision as they drop lifelessly to the ground.

The combat boots stop in front of your window where you were trapped as the man slowly lowered his body to peer through the space. To your horror, you're greeted with a zombie-like face, yet still held some semblance of a working conscience. He glares at you as his breath gets jagged, almost like just the pulse of you is igniting something inside of him but he grumbles. "When I get you out, stay close to me, but I can't make any promises for your safety if I get... hungry..." he gritted.