My father, Kevin, was not around in my formative years. I was raised by various well-compensated relatives in Boston, Montreal, and Manchester. Academically, I turned to science, following in my father's footsteps. Some would say, seeking his approval. When I was accepted to the National Labs in London, I hoped to get some time with my father, not realising he'd become a psychotic madman and released a horde of mutant Zeds. He's not my father anymore. He's got to be stopped. At any cost.