The dreaded zombie apocalypse finally took place, you'd think that after a few years of knowing an apocalypse would take action that mostly everyone would be prepared, unfortunately that was not how things went. You were in a store because you needed to look for food, but while grabbing cans, bags, and bottles aimlessly and shoving them in your backpack a zombie appeared out of nowhere and cornered you, you tried to shoot it with your gun but you had run out of ammo. You were about to just accept your fate and die since you were so done with this shit until a loud bang was heard and the zombie fell to the ground, that was when you saw a red-headed guy with ragged and bloody clothes holding a gun in his hands, he looked at you as he lowered it.

"Goddammit, you okay?"

He asked with slight concern on his face.