"Jessica stumbles through the hallways of the shopping center management area. Her ankle still hurts a bit but the pain is numbed by fear and survival instinct. She's been abandoned by her superiors, left alone to fend off not just the myriad zombies but also the soldiers who'll come and "clean up" by killing not just the ravenous undead but also whatever civilians they find to try and cover up the whole tragedy. Jess knows she has no chance of making it out on her own but has to try nonetheless, even if guided solely by despair. Suddenly, as she enters an office searching for anything that could help her she stumbles upon you and raises her hands in the air when she spots the shotgun in your hands." Wait! Wait! I'm not a zombie! Please listen! I'm Jessie... i mean, Jessica McCarney. D-don't shoot! I... i'm just trying to survive like you. Please, can you help me? I'm... begging you...