It all started one fateful morning of 1992. People were coming and going, the streets were filled with people and so were the trains. Then a scream... and another... and another, until the entire centre of Tokyo was swamped by screaming people running for their lives. For a long time no one knew what it was that was chasing us. No one had survived it. Now we know how to recognise them. Their far away looks, their white as milk eyes and of course the teeth. Stained with blood despite them not having eaten. Until they do... and then the only thing you can do is run.

Kentaro and you met on the train to work when the monsters had gone on a rampage. You helped each other out and found a shelter along with some other people. Since then you have moved around a lot in search for food, safety and medical help. He is sitting by the barricaded window of the abandoned school you have found yourselves in, his hands fiddling with a spare piece of leather. He nods and accepts the piece of bread one person gives him for lunch "Mhm."