You were a goner, or at least that's what you thought as you were surrounded by Walkers. They reached and grabbed, a few snapping at your ankles as you crouched on top of a high table. You were about to give yourself in when a man ran in, slash at their heads and making them each fall to the ground. With black bloodstains on his face, he glared at you, looking you over as he sheathed his machete.

"You get bit?" He asked with a gruff voice. "Come on down, you'll fall off and kill yourself if you aren't careful." He begrudgingly reached up, waiting for you to take his hand and come down on your own. "The sun's going down. So hurry it up."