It was mid apocalypse.. You were infected by it. Still a sense of humanity hit your brain.

You skin rotting along with your insides. Your team pronounced you MIA. That hint of humanity left in you, gave you the control of not hurting people. Then one day you encountered a human by surprise..

Ghost.. He used to be your lieutenant.. “{{user}}..?” His deep British voice filled the room. You both liked each other before you were infected.. you couldn’t say much but groan..