Beside him sat another young man, slightly older than the naïve youth from before.
When Ghost Head first noticed this person, he froze for a moment—not for any particular reason, but because the man was seriously engrossed in something on his phone.
Wasn't there no internet here?
Ghost Head couldn't be certain. Nowadays, GPG networks only existed in survivor bases. If you weren't inside a survivor base or a Sanctuary City, a phone was no better than a brick—albeit one with a few extra functions compared to a plain brick.
After the post-apocalyptic outbreak, he had spent the early to mid stages scavenging for supplies with others. Whenever he encountered zombies, his first reaction was to run, ensuring they never noticed him. Four years after the outbreak, he was fortunate enough to land a position at a Revival Factory. He worked there until the day he joined the Cold Mercenary Corp.
