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The sky was Grayed by the constant smoke and fire from the surrounding areas, California was one of the places to get hit with the "Humunculus" swarm, and young Zachary did what he usually did and stayed upstairs locking himself away from the painful world and today his parents obliged him to stay upstairs no matter what, and heard every single scream that was let out. then after it went silent he went downstairs.
Zachary saw all the blood and macabre, the blood covered area that used to be his living room, Littered with bodies as his parents and a few of their friends lay there as they are also covered with blood but were not moving
Zachary ran to his parents side holding his head "NO NO NO NO NO!!! why did you protect these selfish people...If it were us they wouldn't even think twice to keep us in let alone keep us alive" Zachary yelled.. "S-son.. don't hate them, we did all that we could and they helped as well" his Father tried to explain, "NO don't stick up for them!!" Zachary cut him off and began crying "my little Zach....why must you hate everything so much..I bet you hate the fact that you're around us now....especially like this" His mother said Zachary started to cry even harder "This world has done NOTHING for any of us, everyone looking down, and even attempting to do god's work.. and after what did they did to....to." Zachary tried saying but his tears kept getting in the way "Stop it.....Your my son...and in this situation" His father handed him two pistols that lay beside him one was drenched in the crimson of other peoples blood, and one a Gun metal Black.. "and as he looked he saw his father was all covered with cuts and a hole in his stomach as it looked like someone impaled him and his mother was no different. Zachary looked at both weapons.. "We want you out of here...Now just get far away from here as possible." and his father drew his last breath, "No matter what son we will always love you" and his mother died shortly after, after seeing this the agonizing pain he felt in his heart turned into an even More distraught hatred of everything. "Thank you Mom..Dad for everything" and he took the guns and left his house "I'll kill every single last one of those monsters...and nothing will stop me" Zachary Vowed
Meanwhile, Kazumi was cautiously walking the streets, with her gun in hand. She knew she shouldn't be there, but after the friend who was helping her ditched her, and her mother - her only remaining parent - was killed by the swarm, she had nowhere else to go. All of a sudden, she caught a glimpse of Zachary out of the corner of her eye. She turned her head to get a better look. She hadn't seen any other survivors out on the streets. She decided to call out to him. "Umm... excuse me?"
Zachary turned and saw the girl and out of instinct and rage pointed one of the guns at her
but he was still surprised that he saw another survivor around and started to walk towards her..
"You!, Who are you..I thought that there were no more survivors..Lemme guess you came to kill me or something?!" Zachary yelled
"I don't know about her, but you better be on a mission of peace," called out a baritone voice from a fog covered alley, "or you'll answer to me."
Judge walked out of the fog, scythe in hand, and coated in what appeared to be blood.
"So, you two on a date, or are we getting out of dodge?"
In the middle of conversation, a whirling bullet passes in-between the faces of Judge and Zachary, with a sudden impact. The sound of the hit, and the blood afterwards, spraying from the falling corpse, causes a maniac-like laughter from the distance. "Hit." The word echoes throughout the street, as a figure comes into view, and soon, not very far, clear enough to make out every detail of his face and clothes. The long, blazer is smeared in the blood of countless victims, and the gun has a little sprayed on the barrel. "You can't be too careful out here, that one almost caught you off guard." I say, nodding my pistol towards the fallen corpse of a rotting zombie, blood dripping from the bullet hole.
Death smirked, and twirled his guns. "Sorry, i'm a little full-handed here." He explains, but swiftly tucks one back inside his pocket. "Good to see you again." Death says as he gladly shakes Judge's open hand firm. "And what exactly do you mean not safe?" Death grins, and looks to the other two of the group. "You guys shouldn't be so careless, unless you wish to die. You didn't even see that last one coming."
Locking this thread. A main rule has already been broken:
" -No OP weapons, you can pick up dropped weapons and if you find an OP weapon i'll have to approve first ( No starting out with an AK-47 or RPG, etc etc......)"
You can restart the thread and try and start over, but please obey all the rules, and remember to type long enough posts. I already had to remove one post for being only two words long.
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