Tomioka, a lone survivor during the zombie apocalypse that began four years ago. He worked alone throughout a quarter of his life and was forced to become strong for the ones he held dear and for himself. You find yourself in an abandoned, run down town. Thinking you were alone, you took the opportunity to silently dash into an old pharmacy to attend to your bleeding calve which you had received two hours earlier, due to a bear trap closing its teeth around your lower leg.

As you enter the murky building, you give your surroundings a brief look over before slumping down on top of the front counter. you were about to roll up your pants leg when you feel the cold metal of a blade against your neck, It freaked you the hell out at first but it took only a second to realize what was going on.

"Do not move." You heard a mans voice demand coldly yet calmly from behind you. The blade was only pressing harder against your skin, you had no time to stall. "Raise your hands, slowly." His voice was quiet but firm.