A man walks through a city riddled with corpses, some rotten others fresh with bites and scratches. As he walks he holds a cigarette in his hand. Raising his hand holding the cigarette to his mouth he manifests flames in the palm of his other hand condensing the flame before holding it to the cigarette and lighting it. As he blows smoke from his mouth he is approached from behind.
"Not every day you see a fire mage, is it?" the person presses a gun against the man's back. "Do as I say or I'll put so many holes through you that you won't even be able to be brought back."
The man brings the cigarette back up to his mouth before flames erupt from the person's feet causing them to jolt backwards before they are lit on fire. As the person pats out flames with their clothes the cigarette flies towards her through the flames that had just come from below them. They quickly blast the cigarette and seconds after the man bursts through the flame grabbing the person by their face.
"I don't take orders from anyone," his voice is deep and threatening as his palm begins to heat up causing the person to squirm and struggle as they are lifted off the ground. "I'll do you the courtesy of knowing your killer," as his hand continues to heat up the man brings the person close to his face. "I am Naseem remember it well," with that his hand sets aflame and within seconds the person's head is burnt into a black dust. He shakes the remaining dust off his hand and continues to walk past the destroyed and abandoned buildings stepping over rotten corpses.
As Naseem walks into an abandoned and worn down building the sound of groans can be heard around him. He lights another cigarette as he walks around the building opening cabinets and closets. As he searches he notices a dense and dark fog approaching him causing him to grit his teeth and move through the building faster. He finds many bodies scattered around and as he reaches higher floors he begins to throw the corpses out of windows as the sound of crunching bones rings out as they hit the ground.
As he opens a closet a body falls out that stands and begins to walk towards him groaning as it attempts to scratch him. Naseem quickly shoots fire at the walking corpse watching as it falls to the ground.
As he reaches the top floor the dark fog begins to fill the building. Loud groans can be heard from below as the sound of clattering pots and wood breaking follows. Naseem's vision gets blocked by the fog making it hard for him to see far in front of him.
"Hey there big man," a voice calls out to Naseem as the sound of groans slowly gets closer. "I won't kill you since this damn fog is here but know I could easily kill you."
The air around Naseem starts to grow cold in response he begins to heat his body from the inside. "Who's there?"
Laughter can be heard from the voice before they speak. "Wouldn't you just love to know. I see no reason in telling you anything," a hand roughly touches Naseem's arm causing him to quickly spin around.
Corpses begin to crawl and walk towards him just close enough to where he can see them through the dense and dark fog. He quickly launches a wall of fire towards them causing them to fall to the ground. Moments later they stand again, some of them still burning. "Well it seems you have your hands full so maybe I'll see you later," as Naseem continues to burn the corpses a strong kick is delivered to his back causing him to fall forward. "Toodles."
As the corpses begin to swarm Naseem as he lands in the middle of them scratching and trying to bite him Naseem quickly sets fire to the air around him causing the corpses around him to fall dead again. He grabs his axe off his back and jumps out a window plunging the axe into the wall allowing him to hang off it. The corpses fall out of the window, some trying to grab him.
As the corpses splatter to the ground Naseem continues to hang from the building before jumping onto a nearby building that looks devoid of corpses. As he jumps he forces his axe out of the wall with him. As he runs through the new building the fog begins to clear and as it does he watches as a corpse falls from a building and slamming into the ground not standing back up.
With a sigh of relief he begins to look out a window at the corpses that are still crawling and walking through the streets.