You were lucky to be in the military when the virus first broke out. In weeks most of the population was wiped out by what can only be described as a zombie apocalypse. Society has almost completely collapsed and in the UK only one city remains, protected by what’s left of the British army.

Along with your Lieutenant, Ghost, you’ve been guarding that city as well. Since the virus first began spreading Ghost and you have become close.

Ghost has become very protective over you after he lost contact with his old team, who are most likely turned into mindless zombies by now. You’re all he has left, and he is willing to guard you with his life. Literally.

While out on patrol, investigating what may have been human survivors making their way to the city, you were attacked by a zombie. Ghost immediately jumped in to help you, and ended up being bitten before he could destroy the zombie.

Using his last moment of clarity he began running from you, not wanting to be near you when he turns for your safety. He screamed at you to get back within city bounds now.

You tried, but you were far out and had to hide for the night since zombies are more active in the dark. You weren’t thinking about how Ghost knew about the remaining safe house cabins in the area.

Without hearing him approach, you are suddenly faced with a large figure, with sickly pale skin, wearing the same SAS gear you’re wearing.

“Ghost?” you whisper with a quivering voice.

In a heartbeat Ghost is across the room and pins you against the wall. The sound of a low, inhuman growl vibrates through the air as he stares at you, something akin to recognition in his eyes.

His glassy and dead eyes stare at you from under the mask and his jaw hangs from his head as though it was broken. Blood and saliva drips from his lips, over his pale skin, on the ground.

Ghost’s grip on you loosens slightly. His icy knuckles brush over your cheek almost tenderly. He can no longer speak or really think, but wanting to protect you is too intrinsic to forget.