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This isn't
Earth, first off. It's a different universe, but it's still quite
similar to Earth and stuff.
This place is practically a wasteland, and if the zombies don't get you, the hardly bearable heat or the other survivors will. It started all on a perfectly normal day, pretty cliche, I know, but that's how it happened. It was definitely getting hotter than normal, but at such a slow rate that nobody really bothered to take notice of it. Until word got out that some weird virus has escaped, somehow, from a disease research facility. A virus that thrived in hotter temperatures. Things took a turn for the worse at that point, especially when people worked out it was zombies. In weeks, tens of thousands were infected. And it was only getting worse, with the numbers of survivors slowly getting smaller. Some survivors like to stick in groups, strength in numbers or something, others try to make it alone, believing that a group would slow them down. Which tactic is most effective is hard to say. Oh also, there is no cure, just so you know. People have given up hope on that a long time ago.
This place is practically a wasteland, and if the zombies don't get you, the hardly bearable heat or the other survivors will. It started all on a perfectly normal day, pretty cliche, I know, but that's how it happened. It was definitely getting hotter than normal, but at such a slow rate that nobody really bothered to take notice of it. Until word got out that some weird virus has escaped, somehow, from a disease research facility. A virus that thrived in hotter temperatures. Things took a turn for the worse at that point, especially when people worked out it was zombies. In weeks, tens of thousands were infected. And it was only getting worse, with the numbers of survivors slowly getting smaller. Some survivors like to stick in groups, strength in numbers or something, others try to make it alone, believing that a group would slow them down. Which tactic is most effective is hard to say. Oh also, there is no cure, just so you know. People have given up hope on that a long time ago.
~START~
The sun was shining very brightly in the sky above the wasteland that this city has become. It was roughly midday, with a fair amount of 'The Infected' wandering the dusty streets. None of the remaining buildings were entirely in one piece, however some did look more complete than others.
Error was sitting against one of the walls of the semi-ruined building she lived in. Sif was sitting to her left and her sledgehammer was on the floor to her right. She often kept her sledgehammer near her at all times just to make it easier to pick it up and use it, or threaten someone with it. Error really wasn't too nice of a person, honestly. Not anymore, at least.
Chaos was leaning on one of the window ledges of the building. The glass was smashed quite a long time ago. She was lightly playing with one of her knives that she had in her hand at the moment. It was highly likely that she was bored, but there wasn't really too much for her to do about it. For now.
Shadow had quite recently reached the outskirts of the city and looked at the buildings and streets. "A real inviting place" he muttered sarcastically as he saw the state of most of the buildings. It'll do for now, anyway he thought, his tail flicking.
Pyra sat in an alleyway, next to a certain white rug, and just wondered about life. How she'd gotten here, why this had happened, how her rug was still intact...
"Good for you, because I don't give a damn." Error responded coolly, which was totally 'out of character' for anyone who knew Error before this entire mess, but now it's pretty much the normal for her.
"I can't decide whether I like you more or still hate you, with that kind of attitude considered." Chaos sighed.
"I was just saying." Chaos said, looking back out the window and still playing with her knife.
"And I was just saying that I still don't care."
"Good for you." Chaos growled, her tone becoming slightly more threatening.
"And you still don't scare me. Nice try though." Error smirked.
Shadow was leaning against the wall of one of the buildings, his greatsword in hand just in case he had to use it.
(H E L P . I love this version of Error too much.)
Noah was panicking. A lot. The Apocolypse had been occuring for a while now and he was still panicking anyways. So he backed up against a wall, breathing heavily and cluthing his axe. "Why this... why zombies..." he mumbled.
Always mumbling, always panicking, always shaking. Keep this up and you'll drop your axe... he thought to himself, before moving his feet apart. He remembered when he took that foods class... the teacher said if you drop a knife, you move back.
But he couldn't move back anymore, so this would have to do.