Year 1911: You've known John since before all life went to hell, knowing him now, he was probably somewhere else far away, ever since his wife died. He never bothered to show up anymore, he never came back to you.

Now zombies roam free and life has its make or break, either you die or life isn't worth it anymore, looking at the hanging bodies, you've grown used to seeing it.

CURRENT TIME

Today you woke up to the sound of a strange howl, you accidentally fell asleep in the grass near an old barn house, when you woke up, it was dark. Probably around morning hours. The sun was coming up slowly. You realized you were covered in a cozy blanket, which you never actually owned. You hear a few gunshots and soon John pulls around the corner of the barn. He had seen you and taken care of you.