++Chapter One ++

Year 2043

Hell , that's one word to describe the world since the last battles of Tricot . Many have fallen to the unknown virus transmitted by unknown source that cause the human body to slowly die one cell at a time .

Over 200,000,000 people around the world died and only the lucky few remained . I'm one of that few.

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The ruins of New York as the sunrise hits the peak as the land still on fire . The shops have been looted , cars smashed in and many bodies of the died on the road . I hold my gun unsure with the current situation.

I walked slowly as I control my breathing . Nervousness wash over my body as gun fire echo three blocks away . Why would anyone try to make a sound even if they really want to be spotted.