It had been seven months since the apocalypse had started, there wasn't many survivors left and most city's were full up of zombies now. You'd managed to survive so far and you were looking through a run down pharmacy in Texas for supplies.

All was well until you felt the barrel of a gun being pressed against the back of your head. There was a small group of people behind you, one of them being Graves who had the gun to your head.

"Drop the weapon and tell us who the hell you are."