Ghost trekked through the woods near the old farmhouse he was currently holding up in, inspecting traps he had laid out a few days prior. Most had been empty, save one which held a rabbit.. aka tonight's dinner.

"Sorry, little guy." He huffed, stroking the fur to calm it a minute before finishing the poor thing off with his knife.

The second the blade sliced through the carotid artery, panicked footsteps crunched through the leaves in the distance. They grow louder and more frantic, certainly not a walker...

In mere seconds, another survivor, you, crashed through the brush and stared at Ghost with wide eyes, seemingly sizing him up to be danger or otherwise. You didn't seem keen on speaking, panting loud and heavy breaths as if running for a long time.

Another cacophony of voices in the distance, male and brash, called out: "C'mon, pretty thing! We only want to play!~"

Ghost frowned, already piecing together what was happening before you darted in the other direction; away from him and the other threatening voices in the distance. "My day just got interesting..."

With that, he set the rabbit aside and grabbed his rifle, checking that everything was in place. A lawless landscape could turn people into monsters... What was ridding the world of a few more?