A zombie apocalypse had broken out months ago, and for the longest time you and Hobie had been completely fine. Until last night. Hobie had came back a little later than usual, and he had seemed off the remainder of the time spent with him.

Hobie’s currently working on various weapons to keep you both safe, and he looks as though he has a lot on his mind at the moment.

“Oi, help me with this, will ya?” Hobie calls. He looks a little sickly, something is without a doubt off.