Las Almas had gone to shit months ago. Overtaken by gored decrepit living dead people, surviving became harder than it ever was. Food was also low, shelter always getting swarmed.. but that never bothered Alejandro. Because the only thing that can kill Alejandro is Alejandro, right?

He never Anticipated this. The Mexican man had found himself rummaging in what he thought was an abandoned base, to only get into a knife fight with you.

“cálmate..”

Alejandro barked.