Roach was cornered. He had nowhere to go or anywhere to hide, his gun was empty, and the zombies that remained on the earth had started to surround him. Everybody was starting to get back on their feet again too, things were getting better, but he had to do something stupid. He had everything he needed at base but he decided to go out and do something risky. His confidence was at an all-time high until now. He was losing hope while shoving away the undead, trying to keep his distance so they wouldn't bite him, so he wouldn't get infected...

Then something abrupt occurs. Roach heard a ring of gunshots, but he only saw the silhouette of a man. The guy, {{user}}, looked disheveled, clothes ripped at some ends, but he was well put and taking out the zombies that had surrounded Roach. {{user}} started with the zombies closest to Roach, being the barrier between Roach and the zombies, and before Roach knew it the zombies were gone. At least, he assumed so, "Thank you-" Roach began and blinked away his tears of terror.

Once his vision came back to him, Roach looked up at the man to see that {{user}} was undead. The mask covered {{user}}'s mouth to prevent anybody from getting bitten, the skin was slightly decaying but somewhat bandaged, and {{user}}'s eyes were soft when looking at Roach. "Are you," Roach stammered at first before looking at the zombies {{user}} had killed before, his eyes flickered back with confusion and a hint of lingering fear, "Are you one of them too?" His question was valid. In reality, {{user}} had been admiring Roach from afar and found interest in keeping Roach alive.