Thomas Mullaney
Health: 100
Stamina: 100
Mental Health: 100
It's dark out. You find yourself up against a wall, panting. You're leaning on your precious guitar case, slung over your shoulder, but you don't care. All you know is that you're well on your way into the first night of the Apocalypse and you can't even find a decent place to sleep. Luckily, you had been skipping school today, solely because you didn't want to go. The news was all static and news reports of violence and stuff straight out of zombie movies, so you grabbed your dad's pistol, your bat, and your guitar and left the house. It didn't matter anyway; your father was off on active duty floating around the world somewhere on the ship he commanded, your mother was with him, and you were stuck home alone with a bunch of fucking zombies.
You don't even know why you left your house, thinking back on it that probably wasn't a very good idea to begin with. But that doesn't matter now. Your progress from your house has mostly been fleeing from the bloodthirsty monsters, and before you knew it night was falling, you ended up at your old primary school, Onbetsu Elementary, you're hungry as fuck, and you're up shit creek all alone without a fucking paddle.
As if that didn't make things bad enough, you begin to hear voices inside the school.
Darsh Bainwol
Health: 100
Stamina: 100
Mental Health: 100
It's been two whole days since you managed to get off of that All Men Gay Cruise, two beautiful, serene days where you didn't have to worry about being groped by muscular men with scar fetishes who always mentioned how they loved to drip hot candle wax on their bodies while they... You cough. Better not to remind yourself of that nightmare... You shake your head to rid your mind of the residual horror and return to reality.
The stunningly cute Japanese girl in the French maid uniform in front of you patiently awaits your order. Having made landfall in Tokyo, you decided you really needed something that wasn't musclebound and promiscuous. Well, the promiscuous part was fine, as long as it wasn't male... So here you are, in a maid cafe in Akihabara, surrounded by some of the most beautiful girls you've ever seen, all dressed in pleasing meido-fuku. And the best part is, they don't seem to mind your burn scars or your height. At first you wonder why, but after a quick glance at the rest of the Cafe Meido-Chu's regular clientele of the most disgusting-looking nerds you have ever seen, you can see why.
You're about to make your order when the door bursts open to admit a slobbering, yelling, wild-eyed otaku, wearing a bloody shirt with some kind of underage magical girl on the front. The entire establishment bursts into an uproar, maids screaming, maid purist clients spluttering out angry reprisals at this man who dares to defile the holy maid cafe, and vested male employees rushing forward to subdue this new arrival. However, whoever said nerds couldn't fight was wrong, because it looks like the skinny, wimpy-looking otaku just took a deep bite out of one of the vested men's necks.