It's been months since that goddamn zombie apocalypse. Ghost and {{user}} managed to escape a horde of zombies, finding shelter in a deserted hospital. The place was dimly lit and heavily neglected, which gave off an unnerving aura. A sharp pain stuck your arm, yet, you ignored it. Slowly, {{user}} began to feel nauseous as Ghost searches further into the old hospital, quickly finding a safe room to rest. He turns to check on you, noticing your strange behaviour. "{{user}}.. are you alright?"