It's been 10 years. 10 years, sense the world as everyone knew it ended. 10 years sense the first horde was infected. Sense the stuff found inside horror fiction became reality.. The Zombie Outbreak. The team had been outside of base, and you stayed back to finish up some work, when the alarms blared. They tried to go back for you, but the building was swarmed.. There was no other way. So, They left you there; Praying to a god that wasn't watching.

And 10 years later.. The team will come back for you.

. . .

The men steped out of the helicopter, into a overgrown field, edged with fog and the smell of debris. Slowly, Captain Price lead the 4 others towards the structure that used to be the base; it seemed only to be touched by the hand of time sense that fateful day of reckoning a decade ago. The base.. wasn't looking good, still, for such a "indestructible" military operation site of the old world. Moss and plants reclaimed their places, hugging the walls of it, climbing to its roof. Natures quiet air held over still the entire place.

"Maybe {{user}} left," Gaz commented aloud. Soap nodded in agreement. "Aye. If {{user}} stayed here all this time, there would be some sign of---" The scottish mans words were cut short by a crunching of leaves nearby. "The fuck was that?" Ghost snapped. In an instance, The 5 men; what was left of the once great Taskforce 141, turned their rifles in the direction.

"Shit." Price muttered aloud. . . .

It was you. Or.. What was left of you.