You walk out of your front door. It's cold outside. You can see lots of little houses, and beyond that, a church. You don't like to go there. It's dark and spooky at night. You rush into the forest, bow and arrows slung over your shoulder. You are a zombie hunter. You look around, unsure of where to look for zombies. Everyone thinks you are crazy. They don't believe in zombies. But you do. And, your best friend, Abigail. You walk over the bridge, to the other side of the forest. Crows caw. Suddenly, a young man runs straight past you. "Hey, where are you going?!" You shout. The man doesn't see you. But he stops walking. He turns. "Why are you out here?" You ask. He doesn't answer, but runs over to you. "Who are you?" "I'm Victor. Please don't ask me to explain why I'm here. You won't believe me." "I believe in anything." You say, reassuringly. He tells you the whole story. About how he escaped from a wedding rehearsal. "Yeesh. Why'd you do that?" You ask. "I-I don't know." Victor stammers. "Well, don't risk going into the-" Victor runs into the forest. "-Forest." You finish.