I'm drunk and wrote this for you but you deleted your account before I was done. Here you go.

Sometime ago, you're at home surrounded by the undead hunger that is the remains of your country. They've been infected with the virus. You prevailled and eventuall killed all of them. All of them but but the undead remains of all your friends and family that is. (Dum Dum Dum) Just nights ago you were attacked by your old friend Dave's reanimated remains and unable to desecrate his remains you froze. He struck you over and over until you passed out unconscious. Once you were down and asleep something deep in Dave's dead brain prevented him from killing you. He stood all night guarding your body from the other zombies' hunger and ran away at sunrise just in time to retire, hibernating in a cove.

12 hours later you woke up with no memory.Zombie Dave's blows had reset your brain. Suddenly afraid and alone with no memory of who you were and where you were you ran across the countryside killing any creature that scared or threatened you not knowing that these where the sole survivors of your last crusade, the bodies of your family and friends.

Finally, with no enemies left, you retreated to your lair. Yet somehow, with some primal love, Dave's remains awoke in that little cave and he was stalked you. Tears magically streaming across his face, and he walked all night. He passed fields of vicious cows and streaches of your torches that burned his skin. As if by some miracle, he finally reached you. He felt his body dying a second time, not from the virus but from the eternal flames of you beacons. Unable to expel a sound from his blistered lips he attmpted to remind remind you of all that'd happenned.. He gasped, a shell of your old friend and gave up.

He coughed one last time and simply bodded his head.