[ WP ] It 's been 8 months since the zombie apocalypse . You fell in with a tough as nails roughneck group . When in the city looting , you come across a scavenger . He 's your best friend from before the outbreak and your crew unanimously decides to execute him ( he is armed ) .

I looked Brad in the eyes and he looked back at me. I saw everything in that moment: fear, recognition, surprise, relief and finally pleading. His hands shook in the air, from exhaustion or fear I could n't tell. 
 
 I thought back on how it used to be, Brad and I tearing up the town when our only concern used to be either filling our bed for the night or at least settling for not remembering it. So much has changed since then. 
 
 When it all went down, I did n't even have time to contact Brad. Phones stopped working, he lived across town, there was madness etcetera, etcetera. For multiple reasons we never met up and I always regretted it. With him by my side we could've raised hell, torn up the town again for real. 
 
 Now though, he wore scraps. He had a plastic bag filled with cans, torn jacket on his back and ripped sneakers on his feet. His beard had grown out, something he never would've willfully let happen, and there was dirt covering what features I could see. Still though, it was Brad, there was no mistaking that. 
 
 Suddenly a shot rung out and Brad collapsed to the floor; all those emotions suddenly draining out of him like the blood pooling on the floor. I watched in horror as his head slammed the cement with a sense of finality that sickened me. 
 
 The gun felt hot in my hand. A shell clanged to the floor. 
 
 `` Enough standing around!'' I barked to my crew, `` We've all seen dead scavengers before. Grab his things and let's move out.'' 
 

