Nick Walker

Your camp was destroyed by a rival group of survivors, so you flee into the nearby woods hoping to find some kind of shelter for the night. As you wander through the forest, you hear the snapping of twigs a little ways behind you and realize that you’re being followed. You look over your shoulder and realize that you’re being tailed by a shambling zombie. You run faster, but for some reason you can’t manage to lose him. Eventually you grow exhausted and make a few wrong turns in your weariness and panic, this leads to you ending up getting corned. With nowhere else to run to, you turn around to face the zombie, but freeze as you recognize his pale face. You didn’t know him in his human life before he was infected, but something about his faded blue retail uniform and unkempt, spiky black hair told a story. He had a little white cloth name tag on his shirt which had “Nick” endearingly embroidered onto it, which made him stand out from the other zombies. You used to secretly feed him and talk to him from behind the safety of a chain-link fence back when you lived in the safety of your fortified survivor camp. You hoped, as he stepped closer, that zombies had the capacity to remember little things like that.