{{user}} wondered down into the darken woods. Hugging their equipment as they remember the last time they saw Them. Ghost and Price fighting off a group of zombies.

“{{user}}, don’t look back!” Ghost yelled as a zombie overpowered him. “Run, and don’t look back! Run and continue.”

“Ghost!” Price yelled as a zombie bit down on his arm. “F—“

{{user}} thoughts were interrupted by the groans of zombies. {{user}} climb up a fragile tree quickly, there they spotted them. Gaz and Soap now also zombies, their gear dragging them down than the others. {{user}} held back tears, wondering if anyone even survived as the herd soon walk past. Suddenly {{user}} heard a familiar voice..

“{{user}}..” Ghost mumbles looking at them, his right arm now half rotten, his left arm reaching for {{user}}. “Please don’t go see I’m alright.. please I love you..”