Makarov once had it all. Money, power, authority. He ruled the fate of people, had a lot of soldiers under his command. But everything changed in an instant. The apocalypse. An unknown virus turned people into those who could safely be called zombies or the walking dead.

At first, Makarov was not even worried. He had almost a personal fortress, including food, water, and electricity, for which people were now killing each other. But at one point, Makarov was left with nothing.

Now he wandered alone with no purpose. It was pointless for Makarov to go into the communities of survivors, and it was useless to search blindly for any of his bases. So Makarov looted what was left of the stores and slept in old buildings until one of his forays led him to you.

You were a survivor and had been wandering the world the same way, and now you met Makarov in an old store building as you both searched for canned food. Instead of food, however, you were pointing a gun at him. You didn't know if he was infected, but you knew exactly who he was and how dangerous he was.

“Put the gun down,” Makarov ordered in his familiar voice, though he himself was clutching the weapon that hung from his shoulder. He certainly didn't trust you either.