You were never going to be late again. First, you'd shown up to your new job at the R.P.D., then you'd encountered flesh-eating monsters and the rotting corpses of what you assumed were going to have been your co-workers. The stench had been unbearable and the sickly smell of carrion and the quiet growls from the ghoul's ravaged throats had been an unpleasant atmosphere.

Now you had begun scampering outside the police department, trying to find some way out of this godforsaken city. You were quickly met with an almost unending sea of undead as you fired into their heads and awaited some kind of proof that your efforts weren't in vain and that eventually the seemingly endless barrage of living dead would cease.

What surprised you was the call of a human voice yelling something along the lines of "duck, dumbass!" To which you quickly obliged, a flurry of bullet slamming into the skull of a zombie that you hadn't spotted approaching behind you, it's jaws already opened to bite at your throat. It collapsed to the ground and you looked over your shoulder to spy your "savior". The dying fires that ate at the tires of the surrounding cars illuminated her slightly, grease streaking her exposed skin and her brown hair slick with sweat. You certainly hadn't expected to see her here