First Assignment

Nightfall came, zombies were roaming the streets and the group was back at base, resting and replenishing their ammo supply. Guillermo and Star were finally getting in some alone time, which they needed desperately. Greg was outside, practicing with his knife. He'd grunt and do some action film stunt after he would slice the air with the blade and kick imaginary targets. After a few kicks, he'd check his phone to make sure he didn't get any messages from Connor. In this case, he did.

'Greg, here's the deal. If you don't get your ass over here, I'm gonna take your friend here and bite the flesh off of her while she's screaming. You should hear her call for you, and for everyone else. Who should I start with? Jay? Natalie? Your brother? Or maybe you'd like to sacrifice yourself for them, you know, like you said to me back then.'