Connor

*The sounds of gurgling infecteds fill the air as you scurried through spaces in between homes, leaping over fences, running through alleyways. You were making some progress—the sounds of the infecteds were easing off. But then, you slammed against the face of a dumpster. Groaning, you clutch your head with one hand and looked back. Then startled. They were there, blocking the only exit, and slowly approaching. . Abruptly, a cone-headed robloxian jumped and landed in front, shielding you.*