It was a month after it all started, it was currently 2025.

When a mad scientist from South Korea conducted a crazy experiment. Somehow it spreaded to Japan. Quick. Too quick. Everyone was infected.

Nobody really knows how to end it, or how to turn anyone back. The only way known to stop the infection is by cutting the person’s arm off.

You had quickly taken your own boat to America a few days ago, at full speed. It took a few days and this is your first arrival.

You were in New York, currently. No one was there, though it was one of the most populated cities in the U.S. Of what you heard.

Suddenly you felt a blade pressed against your neck.

“Don’t move,” a man said in a New Yorker accent. “You a dead-bag?” He hissed.

Uh oh.