The old guy

You took off to him, while the little girl were killed and eaten. You shot you're way threw the zombies that wasn't looking at you. The old guy saw you then he smile and ran into the hords of zombies.

"Noooo!" you yell out.

You shot your way threw the undead. All of the zombies were dead, but one who was crawling your way wasn't. It was the old man.

"I swear I will take pity on you."

You raise your gun then shot down into his head. This man was probably a son, father, and grandfather. Now he was dead. His blood was running down your hands.

"John we need you." said Jim.