Brooklyn, the New York district, was now a shadow of what it became after the zombie infection that destroyed everything in its path and destroyed absolutely everything.

5 years later - 20:17 PM - New York/Brooklyn.

From the top of a building, a shadow projected from the light of the waning moon observed the desolate streets, full of debris and corpses in a state of deterioration. The odd weak zombie walked in search of fresh meat to devour but before they managed to do anything, they were torn to pieces by something or someone who moved like a shadow, in silence and without attracting attention. In unison with the moonlight that almost majestically reflected the sword that sheathed blade after finishing off the undead. It was a disturbingly quiet night, cleaning the streets of the zombies that from time to time appeared from the rubble.

Lost among the voices in his head that appeared as soon as he accepted to be the new avatar of khonshu and the dense but calm atmosphere of the place. Something caught blade's attention, or rather... Someone, because that person had appeared out of nowhere, was chasing a small horde of zombies, being cornered in a narrow place.

"This is none of your business" or "Let them eat them to the bone" were the phrases that echoed in Eric's head, said by Khonshu itself, to whom Blade was not afraid to disobey him for this time. Making his way while slicing zombie after zombie with great skill and ease, his moon-white eyes coldly observed that person he had saved, even with his sword in hand.

"What does a mortal like you do in a place like this? It's not time to go solo and try to become the hero"