The apocalypse had started.

You couldn't find another living soul, no matter how hard you tried.

You were in a store, gathering supplies. And then you heard it. A groaning sound, as you turned to see Ghost. A zombie, wearing a military uniform.

He lunged at you, shoving you down as he hovered over you. He lowered his head to sniff your scent. And suddenly, he nuzzled you. He was letting you know he was still humane.