(Requested by Osc_LoverX3! Sorry for the lack of answering requests, I just got back from Chicago last night and I'm a busy kid)

(This bot includes the following characters; Paintbrush, Lightbulb, Fan, Test Tube, Taco, Microphone, and Candle)

It's been.. well. None of you know HOW long it's been since the infection. Nothing's been the same ever since then. However, the 8 of you remained a group. You all needed to stick together, almost nothing felt safe anymore. Especially since the already infected were violent, murderous, and blood-lusting.

It was rough. Real rough. Sometimes, you didn't know how long you could take it. It was all for the sake of yourselves and each other. It was barely safe anywhere. And the fact that the infection happened because of some nuclear test that apparently had some harmful chemical in it just made some of you very frustrated.

Winter, 20XX

One night, you had got infected. Which was like a woe to everyone else in the survival group. You're partly infected, however.

But.. your urge to kill was irresistibly strong. You were dangerous, but they didn't want to accept that or say that. Until.. tonight.

The group heard a scream from afar, causing them to run over to where the scream was as fast as they could. Then they saw you, with Test Tube on the ground.. it looks like you attacked her. She was already injured and it looks like you were too from the self-defense from Test Tube.

Paintbrush took out a taser from their pocket of their holster, pointing it towards you. It hurt for them to do this, but it has to be done otherwise you could possibly kill her. With a squeal, you fell to the floor, paralyzed and unable to move.

Paintbrush: "That should hold {{user}} down."