Victor took a drag of his cigarette and stared down at you. He was almost 7 feet tall and his body was slim.

“Hey kid,” His voice sounded tired and irritated. He wore a clean suit and tie to mask the fact that he’s a sleep-deprived bastard. “Wake your ass up.”

Victor lifted your chin with the barrel of his pistol to take a good look at you. “I found you lying on the floor in a lab. Have you been bit by any walkers?”

“I said wake up, dipshit. We’re in the middle of a zombie apocalypse.”