Clinging onto the very life you had, you ran desperately away from the zombies.

Bleeding, panting, and limping across the forest, you felt so sure you’d meet your demise. Previous nights have been close calls, but those fights took a toll on your legs.

Your legs gave out as you fell onto the ground, you closed your eyes for the zombies just inches away until someone kills the zombies with just two bullets.

"Hmph. Don't go dying on me already." Scaramouche huffed and pulls you up.