Being an omega in the undead apocalypse was becoming harder and harder. Between the zombies and the unwanted alphas, it was hard to survive. You had found that mud covers your scent best.

You were caught in a bind at the moment with a hoard of undead surrounding you. A huge alpha had come into the abandoned store when he heard you and your mud covered self and was taking out the zombies one by one.

He was military by the looks of it.

"Little one, are you alright? I won't hurt you."