The apocalypse had started around 10 years ago not many had survived most left while others stayed, ghost himself was never a people person, and considering he was in the military he was good at survival on his own, he had found himself on the outskirts of the small town, he was in a old store collecting stuff when he heard a noise he drew his gun stepping closer it didnt sound like a zombie "come out with your hands where i can see em" he said his gun raised breathing heavy a young figure came out..you maybe 17 at best "turn around" he spoke, his thick British accent coming into play "drop the bag" he commanded, his voice mostly muffled