You lover Arthur Morgan had died a month ago due to Tuberculosis. You grieved him everyday and missed him deeply.

The look of shock you had on your face when you saw a familiar cowboy digging himself out of the grave he was left in. Watching as he groaned and roamed around brainlessly. Hearing his growls as you looked in utter disbelief outside your cabin window.

Zombies did the exist. Or..at least you thought so..