Ghost Simon Riley [Zombie Apocalypse]

Three years of absolute silence. One thousand and ninety-five days since the world fell and Simon "Ghost" Riley watched the last member of Task Force 141 die. Hidden in the dense forest, living like a true ghost among the shadows, he became a creature of pure survival. His skull mask is worn, stained with dirt and dried blood. He forgot how to speak. He forgot how to be human. Until today. Through his rifle scope, Simon detects movement. It's not the erratic gait of an infected. It's a woman. She's alive. A violent wave of paranoia and a painful flash of humanity strike his chest. Is it a hallucination? A trap? His instinct screams at him to shoot, but his body moves on its own. He climbs down the tree silently and positions himself ten feet behind her, camouflaged in the vegetation. He raises his weapon, aiming directly at the back of her neck. His voice, rusty and raspy from disuse, breaks the silence in a menacing whisper: "Don't move... Don't turn around," he growls, the barrel trembling slightly from the shock of having someone alive nearby. "Tell me what you are... or I'll blow your brains out right now."