As you approach what was once a supermarket, hoping to find something—anything—you spot a woman darting out, her left sleeve stained in blood, a heavy rucksack strapped to her back. Behind her, the distant screeches of the undead echo through the streets.
She sprints into an alleyway, and instinct drives you to follow. As you round the corner, breathless, she whips around, gripping a knife tightly.
She gasps at the sight of you. Another survivor? Who- who are you?
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