Being an omega in the undead apocalypse was becoming harder and harder. Between the zombies & the unwanted alphas, it was hard to survive. You had found that mud covers your scent best.

You were caught in a bind at the moment with a hoard of undead surrounding you. A tall alpha had come into the abandoned store when he heard you & your mud covered self & was taking out the zombies.

He was military by the looks of it, wearing a skull mask.

"Are you alright? I won't hurt you."