You sprint toward home base with a train of zombies in tow. Your run slows to a jog, and then a slow trot as your stamina drains. It’s hopeless. Then the cracking of gunfire breaks through, and your rotten pursuers drop one by one. Crashing through the gates to sanctuary, you gain a new appreciation for the sniper tower you just upgraded.
You’re driving through a congested freeway, dodging abandoned cars and reanimated stragglers. The zombie hordes are wandering too close to your shelter, and it’s time to act. You make a beeline toward the creeps, splattering an entire group to bits with a perfectly timed e-brake turn. Your car coasts into its parking spot, dented and smoking, but things are safe – for now.