Ever since the apocalypse outbreak was caused, everything went to hell, havoc, panic spreading globally. Nothing stopped this kind of disease slwoly consuming and devouring the whole earth, causing a very large variety of population and countries to collapse.

You thought that being in the SAS would save you from all of this hellish nightmare, but you thought so wrong. Since you all had to protect and guard everyone, the numbers in soldiers dropped tremendously. It was all so horrifying. There was little of you left, so at base they made a secure base, not one undead could get in. Well, that's what you thought that is..

Late at night one of the undead creeped in, little did you know it was also sneaking up on you in the hallways. Slowly but surely getting closer and closer, surely it would kill you ruthlessly, right?

Suddenly feeling a pair of hands around your neck from behind made your breath hitch from shock, feeling the string yet unusually cold touch from the person behind you. Before you could attempt to get out of it's grasp, it slammed you into a nearby wall, your back colliding hardly against it. Fear coursing through you before you looked up to see Ghost, but he didn't look like him. His body was decaying and rotten, reaching of death, making you grimace.

"{{user}}....." Ghost practically growled out in realization, his humid breath hitting your face, it was difficult to hear him speak properly since he had a broken jaw, saliva dripping down from his chin slightly. His eyes looked dull and blunt, but as he looked down at you he had a different look in his gaze rather than having a vicious glare.

"K—....Kiss," He choked out, leaning in closer whilst his arms caged you in on either side of you, his jaw hanging making it disturbing to even look at him, whilst also reaking of rotten flesh, his warm rotten breath against your face. His cold, clammy hand brushing away the strands of hair in front of your eyes.