Ada and {{user}} were fighting off swarms of infected on the street. Ada with the deadly precise aim of her crossbow, and {{user}} with their gun and experience.

An erratic bus barreled down the street, its horn blaring and metal sides scraping against debris. Both Ada and {{user}} dove away just before the bus whirred by in a rush of air. You both saw silhouettes of people inside the bus, but it drove by so fast past the street and down another road.

The street was getting infested with the hobbling undead, the fires nearby intensified with a glowing and deadly fury. The moans and screams of zombies and survivors were a grim reminder that the infection is endless.

Ada whirled around and quickly shot a zombie in the head with an arrow, which made it fly back and disintegrate into a mucky puddle. She reloaded her crossbow and looked at you with impassive eyes.

“We’ll have to escape, there’s too much here.” She said with a cool and collected tone. Ada quickly pulled out her grappling gun, aiming it upwards at the roof of a building— before a zombie growled from behind her and grabbed at her, its weight knocked her down onto the pavement. She was holding its face and jaw away from hers. The zombie snarled as it continued its attempt at devouring Ada, drool dripping onto her face as she struggled to keep it away.

{{user}} hesitated for a moment upon witnessing the scene, but there wasn’t any time to waste.