Mizumagi Ryu
Health: 100
Stamina: 100
Mental Health: 100
What should have been another normal day for you has quickly gone to shit. When you would usually head to school, pay attention to classes, talk with classmates and friends, and try to be a good student, has been replaced with you attempting to survive. All of the chaos around you began when your history teacher Mr. Sugiyama, decided to come into class torn up and injured. While that might have seemed odd by itself, things took a turn for a worse when he collapsed, seizure, then minutes later, rose back up and torn a clean chunk out of a fellow students neck with his teeth.
How you made your way to the roof is unknown to you, everything was in a blur as you attempted to escape, pushing your way past all the students fleeing in panic and fear. Down below, you can hear all kinds of screams of fear, pain, and what is sure to be death, as the groans and moans of those strange attackers seems to grow, and fill you with a numbing fear.
Kurogane Shougo
Health: 100
Stamina: 100
Mental Health: 100
Something felt odd to you as you rose out of bed this morning. Normally, you would feel content, at ease, but something about the day gave you an odd feeling, as if someone was reaching into the depths of your gut, and pulling on all the strings like some kind of child. Calling your followers to check in, you feel even more out of place when they report that no problems have risen yet. If there were no problems, then just what was it that was giving you such a bad feeling?
Heading into your kitchen, you see your mother and father already eating breakfast, as your mother asks you in a concerned tone “Dear, are you alright?, you look like you’ve seen a ghost or something, did something happen? “.
Freddy Mason
Health: 100
Stamina: 100
Mental Health: 100
Ah Japan, land of the Rising Sun, of awesome animes and badass games that Americans would never get. Although you were finally living in the country you and your friends had talked about for ages about going to, things were pretty toned down when you remembered that it was just you here, and no one else. Normally, you would start the morning by browsing through the channels to see what was on, but something strange was going on. Over half the channels you would normally check were either filled with white fuzz, or various company logos with messages like ‘please stand by’.
Shaking it off as a mistakes or accident over at transmission tower, you change into your everyday clothing, heading down to the lobby with the idea of catching the breakfast serving in your mind. Slipping into the room, you quick load your plate with several tasty looking meals, mouth water at the sight of them, before you are distracted by something near the window. Standing in front of the window is a very raggedy man, with hair hanging over his face as he seems to stare at you and the other hotel patrons through the glass, leaning against it almost as if he was in a drunken haze, or maybe a pathetic attempt at begging for food. Murmurs fill the room as more and more of the patrons begin to take notice at the strange man, and one of the hotel workers leaves the room, most likely to deal with the strange man.