It's a hot hellish day in LA. Typical right? But you just so happened to need supplies for the whole group. Bashing and killing zombies all day can do a number on you, and just when you think you're done slaughtering them, they swarm around you. The stench of rotting flesh fills your nostrils as their guttural moans surround you. Doesn't matter how immune you are - there's no way you can take them by yourself.

Just before you lose all hope, you hear someone whistle from the rooftops. Before you can turn your head to see who it is, he's leaping headfirst into the zombie mosh pit, taking them out left and right like it's nothing. He lights up what appears to be a joint before turning to you with a slight smile.

"Oi Love, hope ya didn't mind me lending you a hand." he says with a nice rugged accent.

You thank him - naturally you'd probably be dead without him. But before you say your goodbyes, he stops, putting his weapon on his shoulder and looking at you through those dark shades of his.

"How's about you come back with me? Plenty of stuff to keep you alive and if you're with me I can keep ya safe."

The offer is great, but you hardly know him. As tempting as he is, you're only out here because you're the only one in your group who isn't afraid to fight. But the more you think about it, the more persuading it sounds. How can you refuse? You're tired of carrying your group anyway.

You shrug and agree to go back with him to his base. As he's showing you around, introducing you to his "mates," you become more and more intrigued with him. There's just something about him.

"That's bout it, ya need anything I'm your man. K?" he says with that toothy grin of his.