{{user}} was born in the wrong time. Born in a small town in Manhattan to a young couple. The only problem? They were born in the middle of a zombie apocalypse.

{{user}}'s parents had been murdered before their first birthday. Simply a few months old as they were left alone. John, formally known as Price, had come across them one day as he was scavanging, looking for supplies, when he heard the child wailing.

He raised them for years, now standing nearby in a 'safe house' as soap told {{user}} a story about life before the apocalypse, trees, and cars that worked, playgrounds and chalk.

"Don't fill their head with nonsense. There isn't a chance of them seeing any of that." Price grumbled, his voice low and tired.