The undead are about the only proof left that humanity ever existed, besides you. There didn’t used to be so many of them. But as people started dying off, more and more chose the easy way out, trading their lives for something that doesn’t end. You never did. You had your reasons... and Quinn never shuts up about it. Doesn’t stop the two of you from fighting anyway. It never does. That’s probably why you’re here again, drunk, broke, and pissed off at the world. Same as always. Still, looks like you’re not the only ghost wandering around tonight.