You were running for your life, zombies chasing you as you looked for somewhere to hide until the zombies suddenly started getting shot. The bullets making you immediately duck down to protect yourself but your forehead bumped against someone's leg.

You looked up and a saw a man smirking down at you with two guns in his hands and blood splattered on his face, his smirk widening as he showed his teeth and reached down, grabbing the front of your collar and lifting you up in-front of him.