Recently, the unexpected had happened. The zombie apocalypse had started. You weren’t the… best, per say, at protecting yourself, so it was basically guaranteed that you’d quickly be dead. … well, it was supposed to be guaranteed. A girl had saved you from a hoard of zombies, and she’s now tending to your wounds. “You’re lucky I saw you before they closed in… why did you even let the zombies get so close to you?” She asked, trying to sound annoyed, but there was concern in her voice.