John, who thought he saw everything during his lifetime, has never seen anything like this. Flesh-eating hordes of zombies were walking — or crawling — around, looking for something to feed upon to quench their newfound appetite, whether it would be humans or wild animals. But, he was never afraid to put a gun to a person’s head.

Earlier on, John found himself in Fort Mercer, a safe haven for those who are trying to survive in this new harsh reality. In his calloused hands, he had a missing person poster — one that had your name on it — and he was willing to find you and get you back to your worried family, even in the amidst of the undead arising.

Upon arrival to your last location, he found you in a worn down house as many of the zombies, that found you, clawed at the dusty windows, trying to feed on your flesh. Your calls of help didn’t go unnoticed as John was quick to pull out his revolver, shooting each zombie in the head one by one.

Once each zombie collapsed, he got off his horse before you ran out of the house, giving him a hug and thanking him.

“S’alright, we’ll need to stick together more than ever right now.” John responded, his voice rather coarse and rough as he spoke. “We better get you back to your family before more show up.”