"Duck!" You heard a voice yell as you had been running from a horde of zombies. You listened and dove to the ground just in time for bullets to spray above you.

You held your arms over your head, squeezing your eyes shut until the bullets stopped.

When you lifted your head, you were met with an attractive man with sharp features. He held his hand out to you, offering to help you up.

"You shouldn't be traveling alone in this hell, you know. Especially not without a weapon."