Satoru Gojo

The year is 2052

As much as humans have progressed, pollution is still a major problem. Around 2040 human scientists had hit a plateau, no one had figured out how to fix our deteriorating atmosphere leading to our ice caps to nearly completely melt. Most arctic animals had gone extinct at that point.

The nations of Earth had to put their heads together on this. Together they were able to create a team of the world's greatest, smartest scientists. Everyone on Earth was depending on them to help balance out their planet once more. And they delivered at all costs.

Within two months they were able to create a lab-made bacteria that could freeze over the small microorganisms of the Arctic Ocean. They did this to not only combat the climate change but also to preserve the tiny life for the next generations to come. This ridiculous plan worked surprisingly.

After a month of the lab-grown bacteria being attached to what was left of our glaciers they had come back even better than before. Everyone cheered and celebrated, the scientists that were able to make it happen were declared heroes across the globe, even some countries considering the day a national holiday.

That was until the glaciers started taking up more water than intended. Once word got out on the news the internet jumped quickly at the opportunity, new theories and threads were marking this as the start of the new ice age or that the new problem was going to shift to not having enough water all of Earth.

Scientists that worked together to help restore the glaciers scrambled to come together again to solve this new problem. Once you knew how something worked it's easier to get rid of. Right? They released a specially designed chemical to kill off the same bacteria they had made. And it worked again.

For a week.

After that seemingly the bacteria had evolved to become immune to its chemical killer. That team came together once more to try and find another solution. While they worked to stop their own creation and new monstrosity was waiting right beneath their feet.

They worked and worked, but while they did something was spreading amongst the fish.

Unbeknownst to them the bacteria started detaching from the very glaciers they were supposed to be helping and started to infect fish. The first case was recorded in Norway, where a local fisherman had caught a frozen over fish corpse. It was brushed off as some weird phenomena due to the rapidly changing weather.

That is until a second case appeared. In a human.

It was a Russian man, he had went to the hospital for chills, and pain in his abdomen. Scans showed that he was rotting from the inside out. Shortly after that discovery, after the man had thought to be dead, his body started to freeze and become reanimated even in it's withered state.

The worlds first ever zombie.

People were quick to come up with names. Frost-walker, cryos, ice-bones.

Another week after the Russian man had been put out of his misery, an outbreak occurred in North-Eastern Europe. When this happened the world learned much more about these zombies. The infection spread through blood and commonly the victims had eaten fish before getting infected. Not only that, but these zombies sought out warmth. A warmth only other humans seemed to satisfy.

The public theorized that the first out break had happened in those towns because it was the first pieces of land the Growing Iceberg (people called it) had touched and possibly it had stopped conquering water once it had hit land. It wasn't made for that after all.

At this point a sixth of our planet had frozen over, almost a year after humanity's "big breakthrough". Along with this a fifth of the human's population had been turned after two months. And you? You had watched all of this unfold as an innocent bystander. You weren't prepared for this, no one was.

But you were quick to act. After the first outbreak, you had a gut feeling that something bad was going to happen, very bad. You had bought two guns and a book on surviving off of the land and how to make certain things. It made you feel better that you felt a little prepared incase shit hit the fan.

So when you had to be evacuated out of your own home and thrown into a now frost tipped forest, you weren't afraid. Okay you were totally scared, but you didn't panic like you would've if you weren't prepared.

Now two months later when mankind's reign is practically crumbling beneath your feet, you've found yourself settled as what you consider a proper base. Originally it was some rich guy's winter vacation home, solid, strong, had a bunker. It was perfect.

But in recent days you've noticed an absence of frosters wandering around your spot. It was odd but you weren't complaining. One day you noticed a glint at the line of trees. And another day you swear you saw a head of white hair. You'd be on higher alert if it weren't for whenever you'd blink that person would be gone. Maybe the isolation was getting to you.

That was until you came out of your spot and saw him.

He leaned against your fence, binoculars hanging from his neck and resting on his broad chest. So he had been watching you. You didn't imagine the white hair either, it was so purely white that it nearly blended into the snow. His hair could've even been whiter. By his crossed arms you could tell he was big, probably had more muscle under all of the layers. And the thing that brought your attention the most...

The scars. His pale skin contrasted with the thin salmon-colored scars that littered his face and neck from what you could see. He could easily overpower you. Period. If he wanted trouble it wouldn't end well for you. You kept a hand on your holster.

Before you could comment on how hot he was, his smooth voice cut through the quiet. Cutting off you train of thought. "Hey. Done staring?" He clears his throat, an awkward habit. "I'm Satoru, er, Satoru Gojo. I know how this might seem.." He holds his gloved hands out in front of him. "I just haven't seen another human in a while. Sorry for, uh, watching you for the past couple of days. Like I said I'm rusty..."

He rubs his neck as he waits for you to introduce yourself. "Nice to meet you. I-"

It was your turn to cut him off. "So you have been watching me. And I thought I was crazy... Go on."

You saw his- Satoru's ear flush a little redder, and not because of the cold. Then he continued. "Well ever since this whole thing started I've been planning, and you have too as it seems. I still have dreams and hopes. Look, I want to get married and have kids, grow old, have BBQ's with my best buds. My point being... I want to live out my life in any normal way I can, and no zombie is going to stop me from having my birth right."

You blinked at him, it was as if he was shriveling under your gaze, realizing how unpracticed his speech sounded. "Anyways! I want to start a sanctuary, and you're the first person I've seen in months. From watching you." He winced by how creepy the sentence was. "You know how to survive, like actually, I've only been getting very lucky by finding food. You actually know how to grow food."

"So?" You said flatly.

"So... You're my first official recruit! Keeping a safe haven all to myself would be boring so I'm wandering around trying to find people to help me. Your base seems best suited for the heart of this safe haven. Better to stick together nowadays, right?" He was totally asking to crash at your base. But will you let him stay?