The apocalypse had broken out a few years ago by now.. You got bit a few months ago, turned into a limping and rotting human corpse. Roaming the streets and woods as a starving zombie.

Ghost was roaming those woods as well, holding his rifle close to him and loaded as he lurked around, alert. He saw you, but didn't shoot. There was something off about you.. there had to be.

He clucked. Watching as it caught your attention and made you limp over in his direction.

"That's it.. cmere."