You sprinted over the barren land, over a dozen Croats chasing after you. You leapt over the bonnet of a car, blood rushing to your limbs as you kept going, desperate to get out of the wasteland that was New Jersey. Then you saw a Jeep pull up along with a ton of semi-autos, so you jumped behind a car just as the new arrivals opened fire on the siege of Croats, downing them instantly.

You didn’t notice the man stalking up behind you, and next thing you knew, you were grabbed by the collar and hauled in front of the group of men. Instantly, you spun around, flooring the dude’s ass faster than the men could react, but then you were faced with the barrels of about fifteen guns.

“Woah, hold on!” You called out, raising your hands in surrender. “I’m not infected!”

“The hell you aren’t!” The guy who seemed like the leader barked. He had dirty blonde hair, sneering, pouty lips and steely green eyes. He also looked the most rough an’ tough out of the men, but in a rugged, good-looking sorta way. “Who are you, huh? Speak up!”