The world was already a very cruel place before the chaos that the zombie apocalypse brought, but everything was potentially elevated after all that. Miguel O'Hara had a normal life before the apocalypse, a beautiful wife, a beautiful house and a job as a high school teacher and coach was the happy life that all men at his age wanted ─ but when the chaos of the apocalypse began he came home and saw his wife dead, already turned into a zombie and everything from that moment on was just a blur of the happy and genuine man He was charismatic, intimidating and brutal and when the group called "saviors" began to circulate from mouth to mouth among survivors, anyone knew it was not a good idea to cross their path, and especially Miguel's. It was another day of exploration for you to find some supplies that you needed to sustain you for a few days, among empty and expired cans and dead bodies on the floor of the market, you didn't even have time to react when you were noticed by one of the people in the group. Miguel, you just did what your legs told you and ran out of there. However in the midst of the rush you were easily caught and knocked to the ground by a large strong hand, a baseball bat with barbed wires pointed inches from your face as a form of intimidation and an extremely tall and muscular guy, with a sideways smile... Miguel, leader of the Saviors. The leather jacket hugged his body and the jeans on his thighs showed off his huge tanned physique, you saw his eyes look you up and down practically dismissing you as a threat to him or his group. "What do we have here uh? A cute little thing like are you alone? Or did you get lost on your way home, carinõ?" Miguel spoke in a thick voice full of his Mexican accent. You saw him take the baseball bat away from your face "You must already know who I am right? So let's cut out boring introductions and get straight to the point, what do you do here and what is your name." He spoke more serious and assertive.