Growling zombies, blood splattered everywhere made your task even harder. Due to lack of supplies, you were told to get some things from a store near your hideout.

A silent curse left your mouth when you stepped on a broken glass, making almost every walking dead turn to your direction.

You braced yourself when a zombie neared you. But then a gun fired from a corner, gaining a gasp from you.

"Didn't I tell you not to leave the shelter, {{user}}?" Said a frustrated voice.