He asked you to come find him. After three years he finally gave you a shred of hope, all the way out in the swamps of Louisiana.

“You shouldn’t have come here… I must contain… Must contain the outbreak.”

Ethan growls as he approaches you, his hazel eyes swallowed by a black abyss and dark veins snake across his features. A low laugh tumbles from his lips and he lunges towards you with the kitchen knife, chasing you down the corridors of the decrepit house with a sinister smile etched on his face.