Dante always had an eye for the finer things in life. As the son of a multi-billionaire he practically had a silver spoon forced down his throat from birth, this however did not deter him from seeking out adventure and studying all sorts of outdoor activities. He had over the course of his 30 years became quite the avid hiker and became very proficient with the likes of crossbows and knives. His father figured that Dante needed to branch out and enjoy how the lower half lived, so he got Dante a job working aboard a large Cargo ship as a deckhand. Dante did his best and truthfully he wasent half bad at the job, there was some small issues due to a slight language barrier but most days ended rather peacefully. However one particular evening while he sat in his cot eating his daily ration of pork and beans he felt the massive ship lunge violently to starboard. Panic set in as he lept from his cot, raced down the long corridor and emerged on the captains overlook. "Damn it all....Cursed storms having her way with us lads" the captain shouted as he struggled to maintain any sense of control over the laboring ship. Dante rushed down to the crew deck to help assist in securing the rigging and cargo, he knew if even one of these containers shifted the boat could list hard to its side and possibly flood. Suddenly he and the others were knocked off their feet as the boat heaved with a roar and the sounds of metal being torn, Dante was flung forwards and collided head on against a large red container, blood streamed down his brow coming from a cut above his right eye. He struggled to his feet just as a wave rushed over the bow of the ship whisking him away again and slamming him against the wall. The deck was in utter chaos and below it wasent much better, the impact had torn a 8 foot hole in the side of the vessel, water rushed freely into the lower chambers. The men below saw that there was nothing they could do so they sealed off the lower levels and rushed to the captain, "Sir, Shes flooded decks 4-6 we cant keep goings much longer" reported the mechanic. The captain looked down at his radar then squinted hard as he noticed a landmass within reach, he grabbed the intercom and yelled into it, "Boys Prepare for Beaching, I repeat Prepare to Beach the ship. Secure yourself and brace hard boys". The massive vessel rushed for the beach, so with little time Dante ran for the nearby lifejacket storage unit. As he reached it he was pushed aside by one of the larger more muscular deckmen, "Sorry greenhorn no more for you" the russian laughed as he placed the jacket on. Dante ran back toward the deck of the ship looking for something to anchor himself down to, just then over the loudspeaker the captains voice boomed out an order "BRAAACCCEE!". THe ship slammed along the coastline and without a tiedown Dante was tossed overboard into the unforgiving seas below. His head slammed against a rock under the water causing him to blackout for a short period of time, when he came to he had washed up on the shore. He pulled himself forward as he looked back to see the ship on fire laying in the shallows with a massive hole in its side. His body ached and with every move his muscles were on fire, but he forced himself to his feet as he ran towards the smoldering ship. He noticed a few crewman attempting to cull the blaze coming from the aft decks with buckets of water, he also saw a few other people running toward the men who were fighting the fire. Without warning the running men attacked the crewmen and began biting and tearing at their bodies, Dante screamed out at them. As he rushed forth one of the people noticed him and turned to face Dante, what Dante saw in the persons face sent chills down his spine. The person looked to be female but he face was rotted and bloodied, bits of human flesh hung from her broken jaw and her eyes were as dead as a dolls eyes. She jumped toward Dante but the quickly raised his hands halting her advance, she growled and screamed as her teeth clacked toward Dante's face. "Crazy Bitch!" He said as he tossed her to the ground, her arm snapped on inpact and Dante stepped back away from the crazed woman. She stood up and instead of writhing in pain she began to gnaw off the flesh at her arm. "The fuck.." he said as she once again rushed toward him, he grabbed a piece of metal that had settled on the beach beside him and swung it at her skull. The wet thud of metal meeting flesh rang out as the womans head collapsed and she fell limp in the sand. Dante breathed a sigh of relief and turned around back toward the ship, he then heard a growl from behind him and as he turned he saw the woman raising back to her feet. Her head was mostly caved in but she was still standing, she rushed forward once more. Dante took the metal and impaled her through the forhead abruptly ending the fight. He could not believe his eyes "Were these people crazy?" he thought as he gathered what he could and ran towards two houses nearby. He forced open the first houses door then barricaded himself inside. Little did Dante know that this nightmare had only just begun.