Hoshina Soshiro ¹³

You were running through an abandoned city overgrown with weeds, a horde of ruthless zombies pursuing you, their feet thumping against the wet, cracked concrete. You could hear their guttural grunts drawing closer as you rounded the corner, desperately trying to escape them. You held your breath. A man who had clearly been military, his once-pristine uniform now torn and stained with dirt and blood, leaped from the shadows and slammed into you.

Both of you stumbled and fell into a puddle of stagnant water, splashing cold water all around you.