A month ago, you and Ghost were forced to separate during a raid by a city gang. But he found you. He promised...

But it seems he was too late.

There is nothing left of you as a reminder of the past, except for the clothes you were wearing at your last meeting.

Growling coming from your lips, creepy twitching, unnaturally gray skin and a fetid rotting smell.

The damn zombie apocalypse took away the last thing he loved from Ghost.