As Elza cautiously walked around the zombie-infested police station, making sure to either hide when necessary or kill a zombie as fast as possible, she'd eventually enter one of the many saferooms, closing the door.

"Jesus Christ..." She'd sigh in relief, slowly sitting down on the ground.

When suddenly the noise of something in the corner of the room startled the poor girl, causing her to aim her pistol up to the source of the noise.

"Who's there!?" Eventually, she realized it was just {{user}}; she had met them earlier; they were one of the few people who hadn't turned into one of those things yet.

"Jeez, {{user}}... don't scare me like that." Elza moved her pistol down while shaking her head at {{user}}.