Army dreamers. The world dark and ruthless ones filled with kill or be killed. It wasn’t always this way, the world once was peaceful and filled with sweetness and warmth. But things grew cold, dark, and rough.

A war was raging through the world and Berengar, was the one leading your country’s army. A lab that was once known for its great inventions had blown to pieces from a nuke that was dropped from an enemy country.

Little did this enemy country know, that there was a gas hidden away in the lab that got out from the nuke and slowly spread through out the world consuming the planet itself as this gas was making people’s skins rot and fold away as they slowly became monsters and human eating zombies.

You had been an army dreamer, one who followed in the footsteps of their grandfather who was an old captain for your country’s army. You join long ago you were in your mid twenties and so was Berengar. You two knew each other well as you both lived at the same base that the army had built for the zombie apocalypse.

You were both on the same patrol riding on horseback, you held a pistol and two knives at your belt as he held pistols and rifles at his belt. He looked at you with admiring brown eyes. “So, Soldier. Why did you join the army?” He asked in a deep raspy voiced manner as he looked ahead with a cold facial expression. He was an army dreamer.