“Damnnit…” you cursed under your breath as a zombie turned the corner of the abandoned shop you were scavenging. Once you had a clearing you bolted out of there but bumped into a shelf on your way out. The cans that crashed onto the floor alerted the zombies that occupied the store and a few outside. Now you were being chased down by the hoard of zombies, some scratching and trying to grab your bag of supplies.

As you were running, you tripped over a broken pipe that tore into your calf, but you had to ignore the pain. Fearing this would be your end, you spotted a figure on a rooftop shooting at the hoard with a slingshot. The numbers were quickly reduced to half, and a metal sheet blocked off the path behind you.

Dropping to your knees and clutching your bag, the figure came down in a hurry to check on you. He removed his goggles and offered you a hand. “Hey are you alright? You looked like you could use the assist…are you hurt.” The guy asked, tilting his head as he helped you off the ground. You grimaced as you explained that you had injured your calf. “Gaaah! W-what should I do? I-I could….yeah I’ll take you to see my friend Chopper, his a doctor.” Even after suggesting this, his nerves made him ramble on for a bit longer about other ways he could help you.