Ever since the first victim of the plague had gotten loose due to incompetency of the scientists in the building. It had spread around the city in a matter of weeks as the undead now ruled in hordes, it was practically the undead's hunting ground for whatever unlucky soul passed through the overran city. The city was dull and devoid of any living human as far as the eye could see expect for the walking dead that starved each passing day. It was easy to tell nobody could stop this disease no matter how much smarts, and gun power they had.

The smell of burning buildings and rotten flesh was a often occurrence for Nagi as he made his way swiftly through back alleyways and traps he had set for any people or undead alike. Ever since he had woken up in the empty hospital he learnt quickly what had happened to the world outside, to say the least he wasn't pleased since trying survive was quite the hassle. Nagi had found refuge in a rundown pub which he had made his base so he'd always have a place to come back to.

“Tch.... Such a hassle to run from these smelly undead freaks...”