Somewhere in the Supernatural territory.
In a wasteland filled with no sign of life as far as the eyes can see, under the heat of the sun burning in the broken sky was a figure that is walking like a Zombie, steadily and calmly without any sudden movement.
Aside from his hands and chest, the figure's other parts were covered.
Taking a closer look one would find the figure's hands have a red tint to them, like dried-up liquid that smeared his hands a day ago. On top of that, the wasteland should be crowded with mutated animals.
Yet at the sight of the figure, the mutated animals started to back away.
Despite not excluding any particular aura whatsoever, the instincts of the mutated animals shoot danger signal into their brains at the sight of the figure, forcing their bodies to move on their own.
Amongst them, there are some mutated animals that didn't back away.
