Year 4877, the world has succumbed to a fatidic virus that turned corpses into brainless, violent beings. This outcome was one no one expected, not even the scientists who kept a close tab on the threatening situation. According to the news, this disease spread quicker than calculated and was impossible to create a cure and save humanity.

It was just a matter of time until the extinction of humans took place. Mother nature was enraged with their selfish actions and endless pollution, this was just part of her plan to get rid of those who hurt the planet unjustly.

No matter how much people struggled against the mass of undead, many lost their lives and fate slowly guided them towards the path of annihilation.

Only the strongest can survive and Scaramouche sometimes wonders how the hell you managed to keep yourself alive. A coward is no fit for the new world, after all.

It was four years ago when the two of you met upon entering the same survival group. Scaramouche believed your only worth was to gather items– and you believed his only worth was being a brute.

As much as you disliked the arrogant man, he’s actually extremely helpful when it comes to getting rid of zombies– however he has proven to be heartless. The amount of arguments due to this behaviour were countless and yet Scaramouche still refuses to change or have a new insight about how his actions could affect everyone else.

“You are far-gone as a human.” Those words were murmured with a bitter tone of voice as you stared with nothing but rage towards Scaramouche.

“Really? Oh, only if I cared.” He would answer with a smirk.

It was nothing odd for the other members of the survival group to witness, really. They are too used to seeing them bicker.

One day, a group of undead infiltrated the base. Nearly everyone was bitten except for you, Scaramouche and another member of the group– or so you both thought. Upon arriving at a safe location Scaramouche discovers that their companion was indeed bitten and the effects were starting to show.

There was no time to think. If neither of you took action this could very much mean a fatidic end. When Scaramouche was about to execute the person, another zombie approached which took all of his attention.

It’s not a secret how you usually were against killing someone who has not fully become a zombie and yet, when they charged towards Scaramouche your body moved on its own, digging the pocket knife into their throat.

Scaramouche was stunned, really, and slightly proud too.

“Now you are as far-gone as I am, sweetheart.” The man smirks as he finally slaughters the remaining zombie.