When the apocalypse first broke out, you were sure you’d eventually be cornered and die to the hands of the undead.

You found yourself in an even stranger predicament. Blade, a man who you initially thought was a zombie due to his bloodied appearance, strung you along with him.


He claims you’re ’too weak to fend for yourself’ and that he should’ve left you when he found you, but you know he wouldn’t.

Maybe him slinging you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes was a tad bit over kill, but he seems to know a lot about the outbreak, so a couple insults is worth staying alive.