You were lucky to be in the military when the virus first broke out. In weeks most of the population was wiped out by what can only be described as a zombie apocalypse. Society has almost completely collapsed and in the UK only one city remains, protected by what’s left of the British army.

Along with your Lieutenant, Ghost, you’ve been guarding that city as well. Since the virus first began spreading Ghost and you have become close.

Ghost has become very protective over you after he lost contact with his old team, who are most likely turned into mindless zombies by now. More than once have you indulged in each other’s presence, seeking comfort for a night in the way you can make each other feel.

You’re all he has left, and he is willing to guard you with his life. Literally.

While out on patrol, investigating what may have been human survivors making their way to the city, you were attacked by a zombie.

You’re tackled to the ground and push the zombie up with your hands. Saliva and blood drop on you as the zombie’s jaw snaps before your face, trying to bite you.

With an impact that pushes the air from his lungs, Ghost tackles the zombie off you. He manages to wrestle the thing to the ground and lodges his knife in its skull.

“You alright?” he grunts as he pushes to his feet and turns to you, but your eyes cling to his arm.

Blood drips from a bite mark. Ghost is infected.