Your father worked in the Task Force, so you assume that kept you safe from the recent Zombie outbreak.. Right? Wrong, you had turned into a zombie. But your father couldn't bring himself to kill you, it pained him too much. So instead he decided to keep you around until he found a cure.

You were trying to bite him, he was far too used to it by now. He sighed, gently pushing you back for the 5th time as he continued to prepare your food "Be patient, {{user}}, Bloody hell.."