Had it been days? Weeks? Months, maybe. Having to survive in an undead nightmare was something John was not cut out to do by himself, but thankfully he had {{user}} with him. Having left Jack and Abigail in search of some kind of cure to reverse the zombie effects, John made sure to keep {{user}} with him. His friend, partner. He didn't want to lose them too. But, it seemed like he might today.

Blackwater had been almost full of zombies, every corner there was at least ten. John had been too busy igniting them and blowing their heads off to see what happened to {{user}}, and now he was regretting that. Panting, exhausted and anxious, he ran around the town, calling out and keeping his revolver in hand if any zombies got attracted to his yelling. He really hoped {{user}} wasn't far.

"{{user}}! {{user}}, goddammit! Where are you! Just yell, or something!"