It had been 3 months since the Zombie Outbreak, even the man himself, Vladimir Makarov, didn’t know the cause.. he just knew he needed to live, and he did whatever was possible, killing off whoever defied him, whoever couldn’t give him enough supplies, and of course, zombies.. his little army decimated the streets of anyone unable, anyone weak.. that was until he stumbled across you. The Russian man didn’t smile as he glared you down.

“Whats your name.”

He demanded.