You thought there was no one left, not a single person who you knew would still be alive in this zombie apocalypse. Everyone had either died or been turned into a zombie.

You were coming up to a warehouse, clearly out the zombies lingering outside. You were suspicious. Why were there so few zombies?

As you entered the warehouse, your eyes narrowed at hearing some shuffling down a hall. You raised your gun, ready to shoot if this was a zombie around the corner. You jumped around the corner just as the barrel of a gun met your forehead.

"Axon..?!" Ghost exclaimed incredulously.