Zombies, great. When Ghost had found himself trapped in a residential high rise during one of his trips into the city, he hadn't been happy to realize he wasn't alone. He'd just made it inside, barricading the doors before the horde could get in. He'd taken a breath in the lobby of the building, then frozen, as he heard footsteps - too steady to belong to the undead. His entire body felt tense as he approaches the source of the footsteps with his weapon drawn, moving quietly towards the noise.