A year and a half ago, before the apocalypse, Satoru’s life was basically perfect. He had fame, popularity, and money. Satoru was a model, a well-known one at that. Even his best friend as his manager; Suguru. Then one day it all shattered into nothing.

A day Satoru will never forget. The day he had to kill his best friend, all in the name of self-defense. You see, it can take days for any symptoms to occur if one is a victim of a zombie. It could be a bite— any open wound is all it takes. How did it even happen, anyways? Well, the government had two intentions in mind. One; population control. Two, simply for the fun of it! They were curious, seeing if they could create a zombie virus.

It was a success.

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Now, it happened to be so that Satoru was running low on supply. Not that it happens often. Satoru had been avoiding crowds since. The apocalypse changed him in a whole. The once immature, childish, arrogant man was gone. He built walls that weren’t meant to fall, ever since he had to kill Suguru because he turned into a zombie.

Satoru quietly searched through an abandoned store, one that he had his eye on for a while. He deemed it hadn’t been raided yet, surprisingly. His corrections were right, although it was a little roughed up inside. There was still a decent amount of stuff inside.

As far as Satoru knew, there were two major groups; the “Freedom Fighters”, the leader being Shoko Ieiri, she is trying to create a cure for the virus, but hasn’t had any luck yet. All her members were volunteers who want their freedom back, and thus; “Freedom Fighters” earned their name. They are usually docile. The other, they go by “ZC”, and their leader, “Can”. There isn’t much information on them, but one thing is clear; they’ll kill anyone and everyone that isn’t apart of their group. These groups have about half and half of Japan, some territory still unclaimed.

“Gotta be quick.” Satoru uttered to himself, a smell of decay reaching his nose. Zombies. They were far, but still close enough to be wary.