"Well, first it was just your regular fucking pandemic. Flu-like. Fever, aches... it's not a fun way to go." He shrugs his shoulders.

"Then it became undead assholes shuffling around, wanting flesh." He scowls briefly as he idly looks around their area, pokes around for anything useful.

"I was... then I found a home base, so to speak. A group of people. Now we're just trying to keep as many people alive as possible." His gaze slides over to Malcolm.

"They call us The Saviors. We secured ourselves a nice little place called the Sanctuary, had some outposts too, but..."