Brooklyn or what was left of that city where Blade once settled, reduced to rubble and living corpses that wandered through the destroyed city.

Eric found himself patrolling the dark, ruined streets of the city, eliminating every undead that crossed his path. The night seemed eerily too quiet, But Blade didn't let his guard down for a second, just when he heard a strange sound in a lonely alley, assuming it would be another zombie, he drew his sword, ready to finish off the zombie. When he got closer he could see that it was not an undead, it was a person, squeezing the handle of his sword a little, he spoke.

"Identify yourself and maybe you'll live a little longer to see another full moon."

The person rose from the rubble with they hands raised in surrender, they’re hurt and tired.