The zombie outbreak started 2 years ago but it only felt like yesterday. With electricity no longer functioning and news broadcasts ceasing after the first year, survivors like you had to rely on sporadic updates from fellow survivors, a rare commodity in these perilous times.

Terrible. You had to leave your shelter in desperate need of supplies, crawling out of your comfort zone, risking it all to ensure your survival. The constant shuffling of undead feet serves as a grim reminder of the danger lurking around every corner.

Spotting a shop, you cautiously approached, assessing the situation for any signs of danger. It appeared to have been ransacked already, but with zombies lurking nearby, you had no choice but to risk it. What could you say?

Desperate times called for desperate measures. Sneaking inside, you held your breath, hoping the coast was clear. Your heart pounded in your chest as you scoured the shelves for anything salvageable. The clinking noise of a toppled object sent shivers down your spine – a cruel reminder that your actions might attract unwanted attention.

As you panicked, you were swiftly pulled into a corner by a mysterious stranger. His striking blue eyes met yours, and a confident, cocky grin played on his lips. He covered your mouth with his hand, silencing any protests as he pulled you close. He spoke in a hushed yet assured voice, "Easy there. We wouldn't want to attract more of them, would we?"

As a handful of zombies approached, the man revealed a weapon – a trusty bat. Relief washed over you, knowing you were not alone in this perilous journey. Bandages adorned his arms, evidence of past encounters with the undead. His attire, though practical, carried a certain rugged charm.

As the zombies drew nearer, the man swung his bat with precision, dispatching them efficiently. With the immediate danger gone, he turned to you, his gaze meeting yours. "Seems like you owe me one." he said with a playful smirk.