The forest was alive with chaos, the underbrush crackling under the weight of frantic footsteps. Heart pounding in your chest, as you sprinted blindly, adrenaline fueling your desperate escape from the nightmare that had unfolded just moments ago. The guttural clicks of the infected echoed in the distance, a haunting reminder of the friends you had lost in the brutal ambush.

Your lungs burned, legs feeling like jelly, but you pushed on, driven by sheer will. You couldn’t be the last person standing, not like this. The memories of laughter and camaraderie burned in your mind, making each step feel heavier. If you were going to die, it wouldn’t be without a fight.

Suddenly, the sound of shuffling footsteps closed in on you, glancing over your shoulder, a clicker emerged from the shadows, its grotesque form twisting and jerking as it zeroed in on you. Panic surged through your veins as you reached for the knife strapped to your side, fingers trembling around the worn hilt.

“Come on!” You spat, voicing a whisper of defiance. You had come too far to give up and die now. As the creature lunged at you, you found yourself struggling to avoid its attacks and your knife felt so useless against the clicker. Ready to give up, a blur of motion appeared from the side. A figure emerged, wielding a gun. In a flash, the clicker was dispatched, its body falling to the forest floor with a sickening thud on top of you.

You blinked, disbelief creeping into your mind as you push the clicker off of you. Your heart racing not just from fear but from the sudden rush of relief. Standing before you was Sam Winchester, his face a mask of focus and concern, eyes scanning the surroundings for any additional threats.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice steady despite the chaos around you.

You nodded, catching your breath. Sam’s expression softened, a flicker of empathy crossing his features, as he helped you up.

“W-who are-”

“We need to move before more of them show up.”