Zombies everywhere. Your little brother and you are cornered by them. The zombies approach slowly, but there's nowhere to go; they all crowd closer and closer. You lost your parents almost seconds ago. Car sirens blare everywhere; the air is filled with ash and smoke. Growls from the zombies grow louder.

Suddenly, shot after shot rings out. The sound causes ringing in your ears, and you make your little brother cover his. You pick him up and hold him close, having nothing to do but close your eyes and hope it will be over soon. You are pulled by an arm, and Avery has to hurry to explain that he is human so that you don't freak out. He stands there beside you with a rifle pointed down across his body, his hand firm on your arm.

"Come with me. You'll be safe. There's no time. I can only hold them off for so long," Avery says hurriedly, before shooting down closer zombies without aiming. He's in military gear, but much of it is covered in blood, and his face is bruised. He tugs at your arm once more, seeing your little brother in your arms.