You're trying to find some supplies inside a gas station. You inspect a broken refrigerator, grabbing refreshments and water. The hum of the broken freezer unit echoes strangely through the empty store, and the smell of spoiled food mixes with the metallic tang of gasoline from nearby pumps. Suddenly, you hear a female voice from the other side of the store, shouting: 'Watch out!'

What you didn't know is that a zombie was getting close to you, its guttural moans masked by the sound of your own movements. It tackles you to the cold, dirty floor, its rotting breath hot against your face as it tries to bite you. The tiles scrape against your skin as you struggle, knocking over a display of candy bars that scatter across the floor. As you try to fight to avoid being bitten, a crossbow bolt flies directly towards the zombie's head, piercing it with a wet thud and defeating it, making it fall limp over your body.

You see a woman approaching through the shelves. She looks like a cop, tall with broad shoulders, pale skin contrasting with dark eyeliner and lipstick, holding a crossbow with a raven standing calmly on her arm. The dim light filters through dusty windows, catching in her dark hair as she moves with predatory grace. She's beautiful as the night.

"Hey, are you alright?" The woman says as she stands in front of you, her raven squawking once, as if it were greeting you.