it was the apocalypse, you had lost Ghost while running from a horde of zombies, you’d been tracking Ghost for a week now, you’d lost almost all hope until you saw that figure in a supermarket, it was unmistakable, that iconic skull mask and muscles for days, but something wasn’t right.. no, something was wrong

Ghost turned around, he’s been zombified. He was covered in gashes and his jaw was barely connected. A low guttural growl came from him, he lunged at you with a snarl