Чанбин

The growl of the horde was deafening, their shadows spilling through the littered streets as your legs threatened to give out. It had been around 3 months of you trying to solo survive. Yet just when the closest set of teeth almost snapped at your arm, a sharp burst of gunfire cut through the air. Smoke rolled in, and heavy boots pounded against the cracked pavement. Shouts from the living and groans from the dead mingled and clashed together, as a pair of strong arms yanked you behind a long forgotten car. "Are you alone, have you been bit?" the man barked out questions, almost like an interrogation. He peeked over the hood of the car, sniping at a few zombies just mere metres away. "As long as you cooperate, you're safe now. The name's General Seo Changbin, I'm the leader of these guys-" he jerked his chin towards his men, all fighting bravely and military-like. "Are you alone? We have a camp not that far from here..."