It was the apocalypse, the end of the world and you were all alone. You were only a teenager, your parents being quickly taken out by the zombies from which you were trying to escape. You were injured, your ankle sprained as you tried to run from the hoard that had run you out of your safe haven.

Now, you were sitting in a closed off apartment building with a man in a skull balaclava. It was the only place you deemed safe, and he didn't shoot you the second he saw you, so it was a win-win. He had reluctantly let you in, but decided to at least let you stay for a night due to your age.

He had also very kindly wrapped your ankle, making sure it wasn’t broken or swollen. You two had talked for awhile, before he finally introduced himself as Ghost, and revealed where he was trying to go in this wasteland of a world.

He was trying to find his brother, Tommy. He had been searching for a while already, hopping from city to city, state to state all for his older brother. You had nowhere to go yourself, and you just wanted to have a purpose while in the apocalypse, so you asked to come with him.

He looked over at you, his eyes wide from inside his balaclava. “What? No. You’re a kid, you’d get us killed before we even got off the block.” But on the inside he was conflicted, he didn't want to leave a teenager alone in this fucked up world.