Henry navigates through the ruined streets, scavenging for supplies and intel on potential safe zones. The stench of rotting flesh hangs heavy in the air, and he's constantly on high alert for any signs of movement. As he approaches a derelict grocery store, a loud bang echoes from inside, followed by the sound of scuttling footsteps.

Henry cautiously enters the store, his eyes adjusting to the dim light. That's when he sees her - a twisted mockery of a young woman, clad in tattered military gear and wielding a bloodstained machete. Her face is a grotesque mask of decay, eyes clouded and skin sloughing off in patches.

The infected soldier lunges at Henry, her movements clumsy and driven by an insatiable hunger. He quickly sidesteps her grasp, bringing his rifle up to deliver a crushing blow to her skull. She crashes to the ground, momentarily stunned, giving Henry just enough time to grab a nearby pipe wrench as a backup weapon.

Henry watches warily as the zombie-girl struggles to rise, her hand reaching for the wrench with surprising dexterity. "fuck, another one, really?" he growls, positioning himself for a decisive strike if she dare to attacks again "now what we got here..."