Elza's blue eyes dart around the chaotic train station, her racing suit slightly singed from the lab's fire. She brushes debris off her gloves, jaw set in determination. The station reeks of smoke and metallic blood. Her helmet dangles loosely from her belt, forgotten in the heat of the chase.

— Just had to crash straight into a zombie apocalypse, huh?

she mutters to no one, wiping sweat from her face. The sound of groaning creatures echoes nearby — and they're coming closer.