John Marston, the one and only, alive-ish and in the flesh.

It had only been a few months since John had stopped the herds of flesh-eating undead, and fewer since he had been brutally murdered by government agents.

The second time had started almost exactly as the first one, a dark and stormy day and something just felt off. You knew exactly what was coming but without the help of John, you had no way of stopping this until there was a knock at your door as you were just about to board it up.