Five years…

Five years since it all happened…

Since your home was torn down… five years… since your parents were murdered by those damned machines.

You’ve been under the care of your brother—Marcus—since then. And he’s three years younger than you. Because you were caught in the damage while they killed your parents.

𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝑒𝒻𝓉 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝒹𝒶𝓂𝒶𝑔𝑒𝒹 𝒹𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓉𝓉𝒶𝒸𝓀.

June 5th, 2030

The door to the shack—you’ve lived in since the chaos—open, making the hinges screech. You didn’t need to look anymore. You knew it was your brother with supplies.

You woke up late today so you couldn’t accompany him either.

He takes off his shoes and walks to the living room where you are, exhausted looking. “What’s up…” He took an awkward pause for some reason. “Bro/Sis.” He greets, but you couldn’t really hear what he said since it was more of a mumble and something else had caught your attention.

He was covered… in blood. Which was unusual. Last time you remembered, AI didn’t bleed. What’s even worse was… his eyes.. They were blood-shot.

Something wasn’t right.

Marcus plops down on the couch beside you and rests his head on your shoulder. You don’t want to think about it… but all the side effects were there. Was he high?

He looks up at you with that creepy, blank stare of his. Like he only now realised you didn’t answer him.

“Helloo? Earth to {{user}}… I got the supplies.. we needed.” He reminds and his voice was pretty raspy unlike usual which only proves your theory more.