Prologue: The Outbreak

I rinsed my blood covered hands in the flowing river, looking at what was left of a human corpse, at lest what I believed was a human. I stood up too look back at where Leon and I made camp.

“Leon!” I yelled.

“Yes? Sir” Shouted Leon.

“Come take a look at this.”

Leon was a young man; he stood at about 5’9” with brown hair that came down to his shoulders. He wore what was a white shirt, which is now a light grey color from how dirty it had become, it worn and ripped from battles fought in it. He wore a pair of tattered brown leather pants, with boots to match. At his waist hung his treasure, a magnificent broadsword, forged by his older brother who became a blade smith under his father. Leon always dreamed of being a great sword fighter; ever since that day I meet him two years ago and got suckered into training him.