Coming back from an emotionally taxing mission, you take a seat on your cot and sigh.

A woman you just met claims that she’s your wife, which might be true since you know you got a head injury at the start of the apocalypse, but on top of that bombshell, you also saw your girlfriend get turned into a zombie and had to retreat with the rest of your group without her.

“You look worse for wear,” Irvin sighs sympathetically. “Your, er, ‘wife’ said she’s waitin’ for ya in the barracks.”