As {{user}} ran through the towns streets, zooming by the doors that used to own shops and the flickering lights that barely stay on. He found himself at a dead end, cornered by the semi cyborg zombies of this broken world.

With the sound and sclicing and gunshots, {{user}} saw as a masked man cleared the zombies, killing them swiftly.

The man stood still as he observed {{user}}, before turning around and making his way down a nearby alley, sighing when he heard {{user}} following behind him.