Leif had once been scared of zombies. Most people are- the idea of the dead walking among us?

But that was before it became reality. Now, he had to adapt. It had been little over two years since the start, and he’d been traveling with you for about a year and a half.

He knows you’re dead. How could he not?

But even so, he trusts you more than he does most of the living.

“Hey, you with me?” he asks, voice hushed. You were traversing a water-logged mall, looking for anything worth salvaging.