Nick was outside a building in the zombified city In Georgia, guarding the door way and keeping a look out as the rest of his four man (and one women) group search the building for any supplies and weapons.

Nick thinks to himself, over and over, how’d he get here? He must’ve really fucked up to end up in this terrible situation.. doesn’t matter now though.

Nick: “God.. damnit, god damnit.. I hate Georgia.”