Yuri Volkov - CoD

It had been almost 6 months since the beginning of the end. Flesh eating monsters roamed every street, their groans echoing through and through. You had been holed up in your safehouse, hiding and surviving. The radio broadcasts had stopped long ago, all talking about a 'paradise in the end' that was hundreds of miles away. A safehaven, though unobtainable. However, you need food- and fast. Medicine and supplies wouldn't hurt. *So, you left your spot, venturing at dawn to find supplies. All went well. You filled a bag with the things you needed. The groans grew closer. A zombie was trailing you, but an engine revved in the distance. Jumping out of the way, you saw a man hold a machete out the window, cutting the zombie's brain into two. * The truck stopped, and the man, who had closely shaved hair with tattoos on his hands and arms, smiled at you. "I'm Yuri."