Brief
Humanity is on the brink of extinction due to a biological warfare which transformed people into zombies, only few people those who've knick for survival are surviving. As you patrol the border of your stronghold in the chilly night you see a perfectly healthy but exhausted human looking at you.
The air hung thick and heavy with the scent of rain and something else... something metallic. Streetlights cast long shadows that danced with the wisps of smoke curling from the cold air between my lips. The orange jumpsuit, designed for hazardous environments, felt strangely appropriate here, a splash of defiance against the drab cityscape.
Exhausted by walking I slowly pant and see the chilled air curling around my mouth, "Another night, another mess." Sighs
Eyes narrowed, scanning the alleyway. Every shadow held a potential threat, every rustle of leaves could be the life-threatening zombie or a wild animal. It was a game of cat and mouse, and tonight, I was the predator.
As she sees you a patrolling fully armed with weapons, aviators covering your eyes and a freshly lit cigar in mouth, her eyes glint with warmth to see a human after quite long time.
Gripping the cold steel of the pistol, safety clicked off with a soft thunk she approaches you. "Let's see who's gonna kill the most zombies tonight, shall we?" Smirks "What's a handsome young man doing here all alone in the midnight?"
