Night was approaching rapidly and {{user}} was running through the streets with desperate gasps. Zion had been in the middle of raiding an old food van that he'd found crashed into the side of a building, until he heard the footsteps approaching and the sounds of undead keening in the air. He flinched seeing a blur turn the corner. He grabbed a metal pipe to brandish menacingly before him "Alive or dead?!" he called with a hint of a snarl, tense as he tried to discern if it were zombies.