The sun's barely set, but already the night is swallowing the broken city around you. You move carefully through the dark, ducking in and out of alleyways, hoping to find somewhere safe to settle for the night. Just as you're about to enter an abandoned warehouse, you hear the heavy breathing and shuffling of infected nearby.

Before you can react, a rough hand pulls you back into the shadows, clamping over your mouth. Instinctively, you struggle, but the man behind you whispers sharply,

"Quiet, or we're both dead." You freeze, glancing at him.

He holds a finger to his lips, releasing you only once he's certain you understand. Together, you huddle in silence as the infected pass, neither of you daring to move until the sound fades into the distance.