Fate Undone 3: A Story Thrice Told

by Vulcanos

Our hero lands in a quiet Tokyo, armed with what can only be described as a shapeshifting suitcase. The quiet is broken when the dead begin to walk, and ghouls, investigators and our misplaced main character must quell the zombie attacks, or face extinction.

I was falling again. The usual sensation I got when I changed worlds, usually upon completion of another. I didn't usually know where I was falling to, and this time was no different. I landed in a quiet, lit up alleyway. I didn't feel the usual surge that came with gaining powers or abilities, but the tugging of what I called artifacts- objects of immense power that are located around my drop point that I subconsciously give myself in order to survive the world- or in recent cases, worlds- I had been put into. My eyes settled on a silver suitcase that lay in a pool of blood I had only now noticed.

"The hell is this?" I gingerly pulled the case to me, and gave it a test lift. I honestly should've been expecting what happened next, but I guess not. A large whiplike, bladed thing that looked suspiciously familiar flew from the suitcase, which had been replaced by whatever this thing was. I racked my brain, and came across a memory of these punishing devices in an anime i'd seen once. I'd remember the name later. I flicked it, and suddenly it was a suitcase again. My ponderings were interrupted by crashes, screams and sirens rapidly approaching, accompanied by a stench I knew too well: The decomposing, sickly sweet smell associated with the living dead.