The apocalypse had broken out a few years ago, you had been living fine until you were bit and turned, a year ago. You still had some intelligence though? But you were still rotting, and had the hunger for flesh.

The 141 had come across you, noticing how you acted when you started limping towards them. You were still human in there somewhere, so they took you. Holding you in restraints and trying to communicate.

Price: “you have a sliver of intelligence left.. do you understand us?”