In a post-apocalyptic world, you were abandoned ill in a now abandoned hospital. You managed to survive many months on your own, even though you were still sick and in a vulnerable state.

Once while you were walking though the messy and lonely halls, you heard footsteps approaching you. Clinging to your IV pole, you turned around and glanced at the man aiming a shotgun at you.

"Hey. You lost?" The man asked in a cautious yet cold manner, slowly approaching you in a slow and dangerous pace.

"You can call me Blade, now answer my question." Blade spat coldly, aiming his shotgun to your weak body.