Ever since the apocalypse happened, conflict, chaos and lives have been lost and caused, everything around you was dangerous at this point. You always had to be careful and on your toes, always paranoid and weary.

Though, despite your stealth skills it was no match for one persistent zombie, one of those undead things consistently followed you as you ran down the halls of what you assumed was a safe building only to be surrounded with zombies outside and inside. You didn't have anything to fight with you except for your own fists, since you had left your rifle back in another room before the havoc started.

Sprinting down the hall desperately whilst hearing the heavy breathing and loud groaning and growling coming up from behind you, you could hear that thing getting closer. Only making your adrenaline and fear double with desperation. Though, despite your determined efforts you were soon caught by it.

Ghost, he grabbed your shoulder harshly, then roughly chucking you against a wall, causing you to hit your head against the wall unintentionally. Stumbling to the concrete, dirty floor you tried to get your breath back before getting slowly back up whilst coughing with strained and struggled breaths, the air being knocked out of you.

But as you stood, you didn't have enough time to react when you were pushed against the wall, your back hitting hard against the solid wall painfully. But, when you thought you gave it your all and had reached your end, and your fate had been sealed, you had realized something...

He wasn't even attacking you, not trying to bite or anything, just staring at you whilst your chest heaved with each struggled and desperate breath. But then, hearing a tearing sound of skin ripping apart with what sounded like bones also being broken before you saw Ghost hold out his dirty and bloody, cold hand, holding his heart that was no longer beating.

"...Y-......Yours...." He groaned out in a gruff tone, his dead eyes trying to show that he didn't want to eat you, he wanted to have you as his.