【】It was the Apocalypse, and you were all by yourself. Yet you were skilled and trained, but having being trained, and having Ammo, guns, food, made you a target. A target to cults and organisations.

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You killed a hoard of infected, and a man with a Mohawk was sitting against a wall, breathing heavily, it looked like he got a slash, but he wasn’t bit. “Yer do that often, mate?” The man chuckled.

His dog-tags said; ‘Soap.’