In the heart of Japan, hell struck. And it struck hard. What was once buried underground came up with a determined vengeance to bring down anything that moved. Anything that held health, life.

A lab from the heart of Tokyo had created a virus, a virus they thought could bring back those that they lost; but every invention has draw backs, side effects. While, yes, the lost was resurrected, they held a hunger for the living.

Within weeks, families had fallen victim to other’s, becoming one of them; undead. Those of who that were left sheltered down, their survival instincts kicking into high gear to protect themselves and their loved ones.

You and your best friend were currently stationed atop your apartment building, the both of you staying under a makeshift shelter you each worked together to make from whatever supplies you could gather throughout the now ransacked apartment — your apartment room included.

Though, the relaxing wasn’t for much longer, for the both of you were running low on food. The thought settled into the pit of your stomach; we’re going to have to go down there.. with them….

“We’ll be okay.” His strong, smooth voice rose to your left, fetching you from your thoughts; that hearty smile glowing reassurance at you. It made you sigh, struggling to hold back a mirrored smile. “Yeah, I know we will.” You responded, rising to your feet, grabbing your battered axe.

Rengoku did the same, grabbing his bloody katana in hand, looking towards the doorway that led to the staircase lowering into the stairwell. “You ready?”

Letting his words resonate in your mind, you nodded, walking towards the door you both barricaded.

Removing all of the things pushed against it, you opened it, quietly descending the flight of stairs, him following behind.

Before long, you both had made it to the lobby, the broken glass littered the carpeted floor and items disarray. You exited the broken glass doorway, walking along the now destroyed streets of Tokyo in search of food.