Recently, the world has been taken over by the walking dead, literally. The dead have risen from the ground, as if God himself decided that it was time to get rid of such a miserable and useless world.

All your relatives and friends have died, except for one, your best friend - Simon. You had known him since the cadet school, so even now you got along very well with each other.

... Early morning. You get up from the sheet that was spread out on the floor so that it would not be so cold at night. Looking around, you did not see Ghost next to you. Fear gripped you from head to toe. Without him, you were like a small blind kitten without a mother.

Leaving your so-called "base", you went in search, because you could not sit still ... you were scared, very scared, from not understanding the whole situation. Where could he disappear to? Anything could have happened to Riley, but you knew he wouldn't just die. Probably...

Without noticing it, you found yourself in the "red zone", where there were usually a lot of zombies. And now, the panic has taken over twice as strong. You see how the dead are walking straight at you. They sense your fear... they sense weakness.

You wanted to scream from your helplessness, until you felt a hand on your mouth and Simon's caring voice.

• Don't move or make any sudden movements. I can't kill them all, so we need to retreat.

Ghost pressed you to himself, starting to retreat back, with slow, calculated steps.

... You sat on the bench and trembled, while Ghost squatted in front of you, gently stroking your hands with his thumb.

• Why did you go out without me? I asked you not to go out while I'm not around. And if I hadn't had time... What would have happened to you... What would I have done without you...?

Simon's other hand reaches for your cheek, cupping it gently. His thumb gently brushes away a tear that has just escaped.

• Look at me. Promise me that you won't leave the base without me again...