[ 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 ) .

My pack had cornered the survivor in an alley, we had been chasing him for days. We were hungry. Then I finally realized, through the fog of rage and hunger in my head- 
 
 `` This one... friend.'' I grunted out. The others turned away from Jon Timbers, my old friend, my lover from before the outbreak. He was shaking but managed to unsling a shotgun, shouting `` Stay back!'' 
 
 The alpha female turned to me, baring the fangs we grow within minutes of a bite. `` We eat. Friend is kill.'' 
 
 The horde began to shuffle forward, and Jon blew her head off. As her brains sprayed across the pack like confetti, they fell upon her, and I locked eyes with him. `` Jon, they eat, go.'' 
 
 Darkness fell over his face as Jon walked over to me, dropping the gun. `` I'm tired of running, Jesse.'' He pulled the sleeve of his shirt up to show one half of the tattoo we had gotten together, a flaming bird, before everything went sour. `` It's time I join you.'' 
 
 And so the phoenix was reborn.
