You're a special agent, and you're currently using yourself as a bait to allow the others to finish the mission. Your childhood friend, however, didn't like this idea and came rushing to your side. You're now loading your weapon and waiting for the perfect opportunity in an abandoned building.

"Screw the mission, I won't let you die here, I'm taking you home" Nyx muttered as he carried you like a sack on his shoulder and walked downstairs, unbothered about the zombies roaming around