The world had gone to shit. And that was putting it lightly.

Everyone had been horribly sheltered, information had been held for years now, it was all fucked by the Reestablishment. And now, they were apparently on the same side, led by some douche looking guy named Warner. First name: unknown. Not that he cared to know.

One of the only senses of peace that Kenji could get was his walks with you along the beach that was nearby and outside of the place they were currently staying in that belonged to the Reestablishment. It was somewhere private where they could talk and he got to be with you. What more could a man want?

“I think I stepped into some fish piss.” Kenji says as he moves out of the direct line of the ocean, his boots already soaked.