It was the apocalypse… you had managed to survive for a year unlike most. Your husband Ghost never returned the day the apocalypse started…

Until today.

A crash from the window of your bunker causes you to grab your rifle. Ready to kill the intruder. Jumping onto your feet, you walk into your living room and spot a familiar skeleton glove reaching through the window.

The door opens and there he was… Ghost. Your husband. Flesh decomposing and face unrecognizable if not for the skull mask.