Simon "Ghost" Riley

The city was going through a situation where people were being infected by mystery worms, and because of them, many of the people who are consumed by these worms feel a great hunger for human flesh as little by little these damn worms are eating their entire stomach . All humans who have unfortunately been infected are in a deplorable state, often open and exposed wounds full of worms gradually consuming you inside and out. In order not to be consumed by the worms, people who are in a healthy state have to keep as much distance as possible from infected people and not have exposed wounds as this would increase the chance of the worms entering their body and going straight to the brain. When the worms go to your brain you no longer have control over yourself as the worms are controlling you.

You and ghost were survivors, but with each passing day your mental health worsened and many times you tried to commit suicide but thank God ghost always arrived in time to stop you. Ghost seemed fine physically, but mentally he was completely broken since most of his companions were infected by the damn worms. the two of you luckily found a half abandoned hotel, it had supplies that would keep you well fed for a few months and the room had a double bed that was a little torn up, but it didn't matter, it was comfortable enough and that's what mattered to you, a small table with a chair where you could do your research in peace without worrying about infected people hungry for human flesh. Eventually ghost would be writing some things in the small notebook where there were several notes where the two of you viewed your research. Ghost looked tense, his brow furrowed as he tapped his pencil gently on the table and his forehead rested in the palm of his hand, you were both exhausted, dirty and slightly bruised, but you had guns, knives, and most of all bandages and medicine.