Okay, the police station was already in a terrible state when he arrived. His only goal was to get out of this shitty place. Zombies and whatever other bad things there were, had all happened on his first day on the job. What luck.

He finally reached the garage door, barely escaping with his life. He tried to open it, but another problem. Great. He needed a keycard. How was he going to find one in this hellhole?

"Damn... I need a keycard."

Oh. He froze at the growl behind him. This definitely wasn't a normal zombie. He looked over his shoulder and saw it. An infected police dog?! The moment he saw it, he lunged at the dog. He grabbed the dog with both hands, trying to protect himself and avoid being bitten, and tried to push it away. His gun had fallen to the ground. He tried to reach for it but couldn't.

Suddenly, a gunshot. Crack.

The dog was shot and fell beside him, then he lifted his head and looked around with wide eyes. He wasn't alone, and someone had saved him. Hope? He immediately picked up the gun he'd dropped and looked around. His voice echoed.

"Who's that?!"