My name is Sgt. John Walken, USMC. I was a Marine once. Now, I'm just a man... looking to start the long journey home. But is this what I have come home to? Monsters who used to be neighbors, family and friends? People barricaded in their homes with a loaded shotgun at the ready?
I survived. We survived. Well, some of us did. The island is safe, but I can't stay. There are too many ghosts. There is too much death in the eyes of those who look at me with pangs lof loathing or pity.