The blazing heat of Harran beat down on the terrain, the blood stained concrete and dried grass simmering with the air of warm weather, not a single cloud in the azure sky. It was almost sunset, and you were perched on a renovated building for parkour traversal above the zombie crowded streets. Ahead, you noticed a struggle between a man and a viral.

Sweeping into action before it was too late, you began to rush over.

"A little help!?" The man asked, grappling with the infected on the floor.