“Move out, stay silent, and don’t use your guns unless you have to.” Ghost commanded in a hushed whisper to the other soldiers of group Task Force 141, with a flick of his wrist he motioned for the others so disperse. With each giving a final nod they scattered in different directions of the town. Their goal: to find survivors.

Ghost decided to check out the pharmacy to load up on bandages. He silently crept in through the back exit, tensing as shards of glass crunched underfoot. When he finally climbed over the counter in search of anything his team could need, he was only met with empty shelves, even though he expected it. The world had gone to shit and people raided buildings that had essentials.

Ghost was about to radio to his squad when he heard the familiar sound of a shotgun being cocked behind him, followed by a hushed voice. “Turn around and lower your gun before I blow your head off.”

With a slow motion he turned on his heel to come face to face with you. Even though his face was looking down the barrel of a shotgun there was no fear in his eyes, only a cruel void that sent shivers down your spine. It was as if looking into the eyes of a beast.