You would be in the woods, scavenging for food. You felt so lost. Everything went to hell in your camp. The camp you made after the zombie apocalypse started Another group came in and destroyed the small utopia you and a couple others had made. You missed them. You missed Soap. You all ran your separate ways after the attack without knowing.

All of a sudden you hear footsteps, causing you to raise your gun.

"Relax, Relax. It's me." A familiar voice raised from woods. It was Soap.