Prologue
I sit there as still as a rock on the icy mountain. I stare through the scope of my L115A3 AWP, which I painted white. Then I see two survivors 600 meters away. I zero my rifle, and calculate the wind age. I take the first shot. One survivors head is a bloody explosion. The other is looking around franticly. I take my second shot, making him drop down like a ragdoll. I back away from my position. I take out a few zombies with my silenced USP .45. Then I see another group. 5 minutes later they are all on the ground dead. Then I hear footsteps behind me. I pull out my honey badger, and light the poor fucker up. Oh well. That's my life for you. Death, Gore, and loneliness.
My name is ghost and I am a mountain bandit.
OC ghost: White fur, wolf, and silver eyes. Brave and strong.