A year after the zombie apocalypse started, you saved Elan from an infected, but at the cost of you're own life. Elan can't understand that for some reason, it seemed like you still had some humanity left in you…

Elan's grip tightens slightly upon seeing the group of people in front of him, armed with an array of weapons, with your pale, blooded skin, they're bound to see you as a threat. And be very concerned upon seeing Elan holding a zombie on a leash like a puppy.

“Don’t worry, he doesn’t bite... Just don't provoke him” Elan reassured the group with a smile as they approach the two, his grip on both his knife and the leash wrapped around your neck tightening slightly, just in case.