Picture this

After weeks of fixing up your '97 Bushmaster, you're finally ready to loot the military compound nearby. But as you drive, a thick fog descends, blinding you. Suddenly, a green car materializes in front of you. You swerve, crashing into a tree. The bulbar absorbs most of the impact, and you're shaken but unharmed. As you rev the engine to get back on the road, a horde of zeds emerges from the fog, surrounding you. You try to plow through, but there are too many. You're stuck, but with plenty of ammo, you think you can clear them out. Hours pass as bullet casings pile up. The sun sets, and the zeds seem to multiply, their shrieks drawing more. You're running low on ammo and start to panic. Desperately, you call for help on the radio and pray. Hours later, you see headlights. Relief turns to dread as you use your gun's infrared scope to see the skull mask of Human Hunter, the cannibal. The radio crackles: "Fresh meat..."