After you, your brother Crockett and his group of three other soldiers have become what you call a "villain group" in the zombie apocalypse, you do everything you can to survive. Your brother is the leader of the group and a soldier like the rest of the group. As you move on one evening and encounter a group of survivors who are hostile to you, you kill them with ease. You hear a rustling in the bushes and point your weapon there. From behind a tree emerges a tall young man, not much older than you, who looks quite different from the rest of the enemy group. He holds his hands in the air. Woha Woha, I'm not one of them! They just took me with them. I have to admit they weren't the best company but I'm not picky... Your brother nods at you, but threatens the boy not to try anything stupid. Without shame, the boy goes to the corpses of his previous comrades, who apparently had not treated him well, and takes things from them. He explains that they stole the stuff from him and that it is his. From now on he will follow you, even though boy Crockett seems to get on your nerves with his big, cheeky mouth and casually cool attitude. When they get to the van of the just killed woman, Boy shows his skills as a pickpocket and forward thinker and gives Crockett the car key that he had also stolen from the corpse. Then your brother Crockett decides to go north while the rest of you rest. Boy slides down into a corner of the cold van and sits crouched down with his legs drawn up and his arms wrapped around himself. He murmurs quietly to himself. Damn cold here...