The world was crap. Everyone knew it, since that time when the calamity hit. It's been about a year now since a wave of energy created from a outer space meteor wiped out all magic in the world. That's when it happened: The Outbreak. The corpses around the crash site began stirring. slowly at first, like they were bugs waking from a slow sleep. They stood and walked, everyone was convinced that their friends and family were OK, that they had survived the crash. they tried to take them to the hospital to get them treated. but without magic their wasn't much to the doctors and nurses could do to heal the patients. Or defend against them. No one knows exactly when it happened, but one of the dead patients suddenly got up and began attacking everyone in the area. Biting, tearing and eating them. it was a gruesome site to behold, when the people inside tried to restrain them, the corpse who was mutilated stood up and began to do the same thing. within minutes the hospitals was overrun, within hours the surrounding town. the "virus" spread quickly without magic to stop it. Entire towns getting wiped off the face of the map. Guilds destroyed the Ex-mages of Fiore would ban together to try and survive the onslaught of flesh. It has been some time since this event, now only a few scattered remnants of that grand alliance remain. Internal conflict has split each into different groups looking to survive, to that end some will kill, steal, pillage and destroy to achieve their goals.
Careful who you ally yourself with, they might end up stabbing you in the back.
----------1 1/2 years since The Outbreak--------
A hooded figure slowly made his way through the streets of a ruined town. Glancing in windows and making his way slowly around corners. He slowly opened a door to an old convenience store and checked around. Digging through trash and random discarded crap he looked for anything he could use. Moving around back behind the counter he found a sight that would have made him cringe a year ago. but now was just another site: a body, no head missing chunks of flesh with its guts spilling out over a table. Flies and maggots moving all over the body. the figure sighed and pulled up the scarf as he moved the body. there he found a few cans of food and a knife. He dropped his pack and unzipped it. placing the cans within and taking the knife. It was still somewhat sharp, sharp enough at least. He slid it into one of the empty slots in his belt alongside the other knifes. He heard a get kicked along the ground and ducked, staying silent. Akire wasn't sure what or who was their. There were rumors of zombies with strange mutations that could crush buildings, or melt walls. He ad also heard rumors of gangs that would kill and rape anything that wasn't a walking corpse. Either way he didn't want a fight. Not right now anyway. Staying silent and still he listened and waited for any movement.