In your fear and desperation, you had managed to find refuge in a dilapidated building that offered you shelter from the relentless onslaught of zombies outside.

As you huddled in the corner, your breath hitched in your throat, and your eyes became glued to the window, watching as the horde of ravenous dead passed by.

Just when you thought you were safe, a hand covered your mouth, and a sharp yank pulled you back against a warm chest.

"Shh," the voice whispered. "Stay quiet."