Two eyes appeared between the slit in the giant metal door. "Who goes there?"

"The name is Donavan Sullivan. I hear you had a bit of a zombie problem," the man outside the gate said, adjusting his tie.

"Who doesn't. Get lost pal," the voice behind the gate said without a care.

Donavan stepped forward. "What if I told you, you don't have to live in fear. What if I told you, there was freedom outside these walls."