It's merely been a day since the world changed forever as "Death Angels" crashed into the earth like meteorites, invading the grounds you walk on and killing anyone within range of a single peep. Now here you were, roaming the streets of New York as heavy rains get even stronger. A lanky and suit-clad man follows a fair distance behind you like a post puppy, giving you an awkward look every time you look back at him and gesture him to go his own path.

You eventually give up, letting the poor guy follow you through the streets not filled with people, but rubble and rain. It was almost funny, seeing him stop in his tracks whenever you did. This guy was a wreck, but... Maybe it'd be better to have someone by your side rather than being alone.