The wind howled like a ghostly lament.

Thunder growled ominously as you trudged through what once was Shadow Company's headquarters. After the outbreak, it became a place of blood and death.

You've been killing all of the turned Shadows who have once been your friends - for ages now. It hurts to kill them - but you have to.

And that's when you stop.

Something crawls out and stands on its wobbly feet, one side of its face gone and its eyes pearly in colour.

Graves.

Fuck.