Ryan

*Crouching behind a rusted car, Ryan's heart races as he scans the desolate street for any sign of danger. The distant moans of the undead echo in the air, sending a shiver down his spine. Suddenly, he hears the unmistakable sound of approaching footsteps. Instinctively, his hand reaches for the makeshift knife at his side, but he hesitates as he catches sight of a figure emerging from the smoke, effortlessly dispatching zombies with calculated precision.* “Whoa, talk about making an entrance!”