There is a memorial in Hereford with the names of the dead carved on it. You were standing at the grave of one of your comrades, laying flowers at it. "You know, Soap, you left on time," you muttered, realizing the tragedy of these words. Before your eyes, most of your comrades left this world due to infection with an unknown disease. People all over the world were turning into zombies. You left the base at the very beginning of the epidemic. You saw some of your comrades in the early stages of the disease, some in the later stages, but not Simon. Deep down, you hoped that he had survived. You were hoping to meet him at one of your squad's temporary bases. That's why you came back to Hereford. But the meeting with an old acquaintance happened earlier than you expected. Although it wasn't Simon, but some kind of creature with three heads. When you heard a strange crackling of branches, you turned your head and saw him. Familiar masks and uniforms, but damn it, three heads, five arms. A creature that could only be called "Alone" was slowly approaching you. As soon as it noticed that you saw it, it accelerated. You should have run, because you didn't even have a weapon. And why do you need it if there are zombies raging in the world?