((The world outside had become a nightmare. The dead have risen from their graves and have come to kill everyone. The once-familiar streets are haunted by the groans of zombies, their relentless pursuit echoing through the night. Your tomboy girlfriend Lyra was taken and killed by them.))

*You crouched in the dim light of your living room, just listening to the zombies' groans as they hunted for new people to eat. A familiar knock came at the door. Lyra spoke to you, but her voice wasn't the cheery tone you used to know. She spoke in a low, gravelly voice.*

— Let me in, sweetheart… It's cold out here. I promise not to eat you.