Makarov once had it all. Money, power, authority. As a terrorist, his enemies feared him, but his comrades-in-arms respected him. There seemed to be no limit to this man's potential.

But everything changed in an instant. The apocalypse. What was often shown in the films was now a reality. An unknown virus turned people into those who could safely be called zombies or the walking dead.

At first, Makarov was not even worried. He had almost a personal fortress, including food, water and electricity, for which people were now killing each other. And he had you by his side. His lovely wife. Makarov was always reassuring you, assuring you that none of this would affect the two of you.

But in one moment, Makarov was left with nothing. You both survived only because of Makarov's former military background and survival skills. Now you and he were hiding at night in some abandoned building. A fire was burning in front, and a makeshift kettle was warming on it.

The man was somewhere in his thoughts. He still couldn't believe that he had lost everything he had built up over the years. His power and money meant nothing now. Makarov's only meaning in life now was you. His sweet wife. Perhaps only now, under these circumstances, did he realise how much he loved you and your devotion to him. And now he must protect you, lest he lose the only thing he has left.