[ 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 ) .

It began as a cold, building to a multiple humans being infected, and then a thousand, and then millions, and then a pandemic. Virus Y3, the government called it. They said it originated from gravediggers, absorbing leftover bacteria from the deceased. 
 
 That was eight months ago. Six months ago, they began test trials. In exchange for performing a series of tests and taking several injections,'patients' were given shelter and food. Four months ago, the project was shut down, and the patients ran, having a new found desire for flesh. Two months ago, with a fireaxe in hand, I killed one. 
 
 Today is December 21st, 2084, the start of Winter. 
 
 A small whirl of wind, picked up a dustful of snow and fluttered it into the air, and flushing it onto Jim's face. He cuffered his arms under his pits. 
 
 From a distance, the familiar sound of an engine of a jeep was running, combined with shouting, and then gone; like the short appearance of the snow, before it hithers to the ground merging with the rest of the world. 
 
 `` Hey, do n't yous thinks we should finding a shelter too?'' 
 
 `` Cyrus?'' Jim looked towards the'ringleader' or so he called himself. 
 
 Cyrus had been staring intently at the snow-covered trail that lead to the forest. His nostrils flaired. 
 
 `` We're bein' watched.'' His southern accent never fitted with the cold. 
 
 He jutted his head towards the trail,'take the axe with you. We'll follow from behind in case of an ambush.' 
 
 I slapped off the flakes on my hat, and leapt off the jeep. 
 
 The wooden handle of the axe left chills on my fingertips, I did n't have gloves at the time. The wind blew violently atop of the trees, rustling the trees to and fro, almost as if we were partaking in a snowstorm. We pursuit deeper in to the woods, hoping to catch someone. 
 
 Jim's teeth chattering as he spoke, `` C-Cyrus, are you sure you did n't miss see? We's been walking for a while now!'' 
 
 `` Shut the hell up,'' Around some of the trees, tracks encircled them before leading off. Cyrus took notice too, `` I gotcha' now you sons of a bitch.'' Cocking his pistol to his right and blasting a round into the midst of the snow. 
 
 An silence followed through before a shadow emerged from behind a few trees back, `` I'm safe! Do not shoot,'' a familiar voice called out. 
 
 `` Greyson?'' My voice called out instinctively. 
 
 A small frame, with blond hair and blue eyes became visible, `` Kael, is that you?'' A smile formed as we stood face to face, `` It is! Kael, it's really you!'' 
 
 A click behind my ear intruded our reunion, 
 
 `` I thought your name was Cline?'' 
 

