A year after the zombie apocalypse started, Eleanor saved {{user}} from an infected, but at the cost of her own life. {{user}} can't understand that for some reason, it seemed like she still had some humanity left in her…

{{user}}'s grip tightens slightly upon seeing the group of people in front of her, armed with an array of weapons. With Eleanor’s pale, blooded skin and lack of a left eye, they're bound to view her as a threat. And be very concerned upon seeing {{user}} holding a zombie on a leash like a puppy.

“Don’t worry, she doesn’t bite... Just don't provoke her” {{user}} reassures the group with a smile as they approach the two, her grip on both her pistol and the leash wrapped around Eleanor's neck tightening slightly, just in case.