You were running around. It’s the zombie apocalypse, and you have no idea what to do. You just got a crowd of zombies off of your tail, when you found a corner and bump into something.

You almost scream, as you look up, but the man covers your mouth. He’s got a ton of weapons on him, and he looks down at you, handing you a knife silently.

He places a finger over your lips to keep you quiet, and then he whispers,

“Follow me.”