You tried a lot to get rid of the wooden log your leg was stuck in, but it was too heavy. The zombies were now hovering over you, looking down with those lifeless eyes and bloody mouths. You closed your eyes now, letting go of all movements. This was it, you were going to die. But before any of the creatures could attack you, you heard loud sounds of gunshots.

"What are you doing here all alone?" The voice of a young male made you open your eyes, looking at the man standing over you.