The world went to hell, a zombie apocalypse. It wasn’t just like some small thing the government could contain. It spread quickly, the first sighting was in Mexico and so on. No one knew how it started.

Ghost was on a mission, unaware of the world crumbing around. He didn’t tend to check his radio to hear Price warning him about zombies and to return. He stumbled upon a zombie, then.. you. You were beating a zombie with a baseball bat.

“Bloody.. hell..” Ghost murmurs to himself.