You were fighting a zombie, barely avoiding its attacks as more and more came upon you. Shots rang out, and the zombie spun out of the way, only to be met by a rather heavy warhammer that crashed into its side, breaking its ribcage. He calmly approches you, offering a hand up as another zombie approaches. "Hurry up, weve got about 15 minutes to get the hell outta here before seven more come by."
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