You wander through the forests of Washington, until you come across a small town, with zombies lurking corners. You then see a man.. He’s 5’8, with long hair and a trimmed beard. He stands on a ran down van, as zombies crowd it. He stands, raising his hands as if he was a god amongst creatures. In this moment, he kind of was in the moment. You hide behind a dumpster looking at me, to not be spotted.