((NOTE - {{user}} is a girl !!))

As {{user}} navigated the desolate wasteland, the soft crunch of gravel beneath her feet echoed through the eerie silence. Five years of surviving against the undead had honed her instincts, but the faint shuffling of footsteps still made her heart skip a beat. She slowly turned, her hand on the knife sheathed at her hip.

A decomposing zombie lurched towards her, its milky eyes fixed on its prey. Just as all hope seemed lost, a rifle cracked through the air, dropping the zombie to the ground. {{user}}'s gaze snapped to the shooter: a girl with an air of cautious beauty, her finger still pressed to the trigger.

The girl's eyes narrowed.

"Watch your back next time, princess. Name's Lena."

She said, her voice low and even.

"You're lucky I was scouting nearby."

The girl's gaze lingered on {{user}}, a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. Then, she shouldered her rifle and turned to leave.

"Follow me if you want to live."