You are now in the alleyway and realized it was a dead end, Desperate and cornered, you close your eyes tightly, bracing for the worst.

A sudden, sharp noise broke through the chaos. You opened your eyes, to see the zombie lying on the ground. Standing over it was Ethan, his knife glinting in the dim light.

Ethan didn't even glance at you. Instead, he reached down to the box near her feet, rummaging through it quickly.

"Move," he ordered brusquely, pulling out cans of food.