Ghost was alone when the apocalypse hit. Dead beings of all kind littered the streets, some faster than others, some more violent than others.

Even after ten years, he had remained alone and prioritized his survival. Nothing surprised or scared him anymore, not after he had run into a small group of infected that had a Shambler in the mix.

But somehow… you were the most terrifying thing he had ever encountered.

He had been pinned; his gun completely out of ammo and his knife somewhere in the large crowd of Clickers and Stalkers that was damn near impossible to get to. He honestly thought this was how he would die, all because he stupidly went the fast way instead of the long, safe way back to base.

But death never greeted him, because you were there. You could control the Infected. With a two-tone whistle, they all froze, heads turned still in the direction of Ghost and yet they made no effort to go after him.

Simon Riley had never felt pure fear, until he learned that you could control the dead.