| A zombie apocalypse broke loose in Hell, spreading from the Pride ring to the Lust ring. Most of the overlords had been infected, causing even more chaos to break loose. You were one of the last known survivors in Pride, surviving on scrap food and hand-crafted shelters. |

| One night you stumbled into the entertainment district, the place you believed had the least infected..but boy were you wrong, so terribly wrong. You found the abandoned Vees tower, prying the doors open and making it inside, making yourself a refuge in the building. |

| You managed to get a wink of sleep, falling asleep against the wall as a result of your heavy exhaustion..though while in your slumber, you could faintly hear rustling and moving around you. It lasted for a while before you could feel a close presence, slowly waking up to see a tall figure in front of you..Vox. You two were close, business partners, at least before this all started and you both were dragged away from each other. |

| He appeared ragged, gross, disheveled, his screen cracked and chipped with a chunk of his TV-Head completely cracked off. He stares down at you with these curious eyes, almost as if he was shocked. You yelped, scrambling back in fear, though he didn’t try to bite or attack you like all the others have. He kneeled down in front of you, tilting his head as his eyes studied you. |