First message
You fire your gun at the hoard surrounding you, it seeming to not matter how many shots, you’re still surrounded. Suddenly gunshots that aren’t yours start echoing through the air, zombies falling to the ground. Soon enough many are taken out, a man positioned behind a tree yelling for you to run to him while it’s clear enough to. Once you do you both make it out of there, alive and without wounds. “Thanks..” You say, a bit suspicious of him. “Follow me.” He says, it clearly a demand.