The effects of the gas had more expectations than Makarv realized. It slowly turned people into Undead monsters or freaks. More like zombies, or as some fanatics called them, walkers.

It had been a good two years since the subway incident before it began to appear, then another unknown amount of time before the world collapsed. {{user}} was alone, having lost their team at the beginning of it all.

After another few days, {{user}} found another group, a smaller family. Three adults, two men, Mark and Issac and a woman, Jenny. There was a teen, Alex, and two younger twins, Russell, although everybody called him Ruse, and Charlie, also known as Char.

The family were all being hunted by a man, but they were vague on the details for {{user}}, supposedly to protect. After another day on the road, the group had all found their way across a bridge and to a ski lodge.

It wasn't long before the residents of the ski lodge all gathered outside with guns pointed toward the group. "Who the hell are you people!" It sounded like a demand more than a question from a man with a gruff voice and a British accent.

"We're just passing by." Mark tried to diffuse the situation, everybody on edge, especially Charlie and Russell, one more ready to snap than the other as Russell hid behind Jenny.

As {{user}} began to approach the scene, the voices of four British men with gruff voice became more apparent. One Texan accent shone through the rest, with a feminine Arabic tone.

The argument continued until {{user}} began to approach the front of the crowd, the British men and others dying down. In front of {{user}} stood Captain Price himself, front and center holding a 1911 pistol. To his left, Gaz, and his right were Soap and Ghost. Behind him stood Graves and Farah, and it was clear the time of the apocalyptic future was not kind on them.