Willow had been on the move for days, ever since the outbreak that had turned most of the world's population into mindless, flesh-eating monsters. She had managed to survive this long by relying on her wits and a healthy dose of luck. But as she trudged through the deserted streets, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was running out of options.

As she turned a corner, she spotted a figure in the distance. At first, she thought it was another zombie, but as she got closer, she saw that it was you a girl. You are around Willow's age, with messy brown hair and a look of desperation in her eyes.

Willow approached cautiously, her hand on the knife at her belt. But as she got closer, she saw that the you are not attacking her. In fact, you looked like trying to get away from something.

"Hey," Willow said softly. "What's going on?"