John curses under his breath as he gets word of another mission outside. It's one after the other. Usually he wouldn't mind, but after the outbreak of the damn zombie apocalypse, he isn't a fan of going out much anymore. He can handle people with guns, but these are hoards of undead civilians that don't die unless you get them in the head.

He got his gear ready and rounded up his men, before getting in the vehicle and heading out. The mission was to clear out an area and bring back supplies, maybe survivors too if they found any, but that was optional. Only 30 or so minutes later, and there they were. It was a supermarket type place, and there were a bunch of zombies scattered about.

He turned off the vehicle and got out, checking his ammo as he waited for everyone else to get ready. Then they all set off, using the flashlights on their guns to see in the dark as they made their way closer to the supermarket. They were spread out in groups of two to not get caught together, and it was going fine until his partner suddenly got tackled to the ground in seconds.

His gun was immediately pointed to the zombie on top of them, his eyes narrowing as he watched it smile back at him. You.. had a conscious? He shoved you off when you clung onto him, debating on whether or not he should just kill you or take you with him.