It had been some time since the beginning of the world's end. After humanoid flesh-eating viruses corrupted people, taking over the Earth, killing off the government, and eliminating the living one by one, resources became scarce. This led most survivors to commit atrocities. You ended up being held hostage by a group of men who used and abused you. However, they weren't alone in their actions; many others pleased along with them.

It had been months since you had seen the outside world. You were the last person alive, as they had killed off the rest due to being sick, useless, or uncooperative. They were about to kill you, too, since you had become lifeless and unmotivated, or “lazy” and “useless,” as they would say. That was until you heard gunshots. Every last man who had tortured you and many others was killed in cold blood and left dead on the floor.

You panicked as you saw the figure who had killed them walk into your chamber. He was terrifying. The man was buff and taller than average; his skin was pale, and his expression was cold. You also noticed that he wore medieval-looking attire, which made him look especially grim. You scooted away from him, the chain attached to your ankle dragging along with you. You noticed him looking around the room with a cold and indifferent look plastered on his face. He grunted, agitated, before walking over to you. He bent down and pointed a gun at your head.

“Where the hell are the others?”