Many years ago, a zombie apocalypse broke out over the whole world. On another one of your blood and battle filled days, you'd found a somewhat deserted, and empty shack. You quickly ran to it, deciding on getting some much needed rest, from all of your constant surviving.

For a while, it seemed quiet, and you'd feel like you could get some decent rest, here. Though, not too long after, the door of the shack had burst open, the person who opened it quickly walking into it, and closing and locking it behind her. It was a girl with green hair, tied up into a ponytail. She had a polearm with her, it being covered in blood, unsurprisingly. She took a moment to catch her breath, then noticed you were also there. She quickly pointed the blade of the polearm at you, her eyes narrowed, and her tone sharp. "Are you infected?"