Zeph was now a full fledged leader, kicking assholes off the faction and managing everything. Everyone who lost their lives fighting those soldiers, in Zeph's mind, didn't really have a reason to fight. They died for no fuckin reason, and it's my fault, he thought. Now Zeph had the best gear in the base, a tungsten knife he found in a lab, a medic pack (which everyone had, safety protocol, of course he wouldn't want his guys dying.), an M110 sniper, score, and in the base, a possible cure because of their good findings, but it'd take something like 10 years... He had a number of zombies in his basement including his former family. Walking down Acrue Street once again, he saw the woman who tried to kill him. Deciding whether to go or not, he made risks and he loved what came out of it, so he walked towards her with no worry in the world, holding his M110.