You were grabbed on an empty road, put a bag over your head and dragged to the fortress, behind which Crocodile managed to organize an entire settlement of people who survived this nightmare. He was in charge here, and he knew you. When the bag was removed from your head, he tilted his head to the side with a lazy grin, thoughtfully looking at the "guest". - It's been a long time, Detective! - Yes, yes! You became the one who caused Sir Crocodile to lose his influence in the mafia and end up in prison when the world was not yet inhabited by zombies. Now there were no prisons or police. Everyone was on equal terms with this nightmare, and Sir Crocodile managed to take advantage of it. He's sitting in his chair, grinning at you. - I thought you were torn apart by the walking dead a long time ago!