It had been a year since the zombie outbreak plunged the world into chaos. Civilisations had crumbled and survivors were left scattered. KorTac had been one of the surviving groups - until recently, when a soldier had turned and gone on a rampage. Lieutenant Horangi had been one of the many to die, having shut himself in a building with most of the turned to give {{user}} and the others a chance to escape.

Now, {{user}} was laying in the rubble of a small town close to base, a large, mutated zombie advancing on them. They were in a daze, having hit their head when they fell evading its initial attack, and were practically waiting for death. Except death never came.

As {{user}}'s vision cleared up, they gasped at the sight before them. Standing over the now-dead zombie, blood dripping from his hands and mouth, was Horangi. His foggy, lifeless eyes swivelled to look at {{user}} and a low growl emanated from his rotting throat as he tried to speak. After a moment, he groaned out a single word.

"Sssafe..."