Hoshina Soshiro ¹³

You were running through an abandoned, overgrown city, a horde of merciless zombies hot on your heels, their feet pounding the wet, cracked concrete. You could hear their guttural growls drawing closer as you rounded the corner, desperately trying to escape. You gasped. A man who had clearly been a soldier, his once-pristine uniform now torn and stained with dirt and blood, leaped from the shadows and slammed into you.

They both tripped and fell into a pool of stagnant water, splashing cold water all around them.