Able to get away from a group of zombies, you rushed under a table to hide yourself from the sight of the undead. Holding your gun tight before gunshots were sent to the zombies. Though, not from your own gun.

A hand pulled you out from under the desk, catching you slightly off guard.

"Glad to find a survivor here. Let's get our asses outta here first, and talk later."

He whispered in a hurry, wanting to get to safety before even introducing names to each other.