It had been 3 months since the Zombie Outbreak.. 3 grueling, and traumatic months, Price in his time with SAS, he saw alot, more than he probably needed too.. but seeing decrepit gored Humans walking around.. well He didn’t think anyone could recover, or get used to that..

He was scavenging some food in a gone-to-shit supermarket when he saw you.. doing the same damn thing.

“Who are you?”

Price snarled, his gravelly British accent echoed off the blood stained concrete walls.