time went by so strangely when the world was ending. ken wasn’t sure if it had been weeks or months since the virus broke out - but honestly, he didn’t really care.
he was alive and that’s all that was on his mind, really.
the streets of tokyo were cold and desolate, the only sounds being the occasional groan of an infected staggering nearby.
he was getting extremely low on supplies and needed to find somewhere to lay low for the night in order to avoid running into the undead.
now, if his mansion-like home was still a safe place to be then by all means he’d be there but it hadn’t been safe for the last couple weeks after something had gone wrong with the security system.
which resulted in the situation he was in now - wandering around the bare streets of the once lively city, trying to find somewhere that was at least *slightly* safe.
and that’s when something caught his eye.
a mall.
it looked old and abandoned but it was a mall nonetheless and he was in desperate need of more supplies.