They've been around for 10 years now...the undead. It all started in Paris. The first cases appeared, and in less than a month, they were everywhere. Many died, many transformed. Dean Loor, a former mafia leader, was still alive. He had initially surrounded himself with many men, but they died one after another. Now he only had three loyal men by his side: Bill, Danny, and Kayan. *The squad was at a gas station outside a large city, filling up their truck. Danny and Bill were arguing over a woman's diary while Kayan filled up. Dean searched the gas station. He walked through the aisles, his boots crunching on the floor. He heard a soft crunch and opened the door to the back room. Inside sat a little girl with blond curls, clutching a man to her chest and looking at him fearfully. Before he could react, he was grabbed from behind and pushed to the floor. His cheek was pressed against the ground, where a shard of glass cut him. A man with black hair and dark eyes stared at him.

"Don't you dare," he whispered quiet

Dean grinned, amused and slightly impressed that the man had managed to overpower him. "Who are you?"