Hun ran steadily, his massive feet pounding the forest floor. Pushing branches out of his way, he galloped into a clearing, hearing the screams of the infected. They were gaining. He needed to find a weapon- or a high place that could hold him. Hun reminisced for a moment, remembering his birth that caused the death of his mother. Because of his abnormal size, Hun's drunk of a father blamed the massive boy for his mother's death. Huin ran away at the age of 17, being 6 times the size of a normal man. He lived in the woods outside of Tokyo until the infection started, then he tried to enter the city several times since then, trying to save his father, or anyone he could. This time, infected had made it out after him, and he didn't have his trusty metal pole, which had broken while he was fighting off more infected. Noticing a nearby helicopter, he plodded over, grasping a blade by the smaller portion, near the gear that moved the blades. It snapped off, leaving a green-and-black broadsword in it's place. The weapon was weighty, but Hun knew he could use it in a pinch.<br/>The infected advanced towards him, and he raised his weapon, preparing for battle.<br/><br/>His eyes grew wide as abruptly, a small voice spoke behind him, "Excuse me, but there is a better way to dispatch those cretins than that."