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The world used to be peaceful once. Bright blue skies and green hills. Despite its flaws, it used to be a safe space where all sprunkis hung out with each-other in harmony.

Until the infection rose. A invasive parasite had bitten someone, the venom that coursed through them turning them into a mindless zombie. That went through a majority of the sprunkis, turning every day into a living hell.

Bloodshed ran through the towns and cities. Buildings collapsed, fires swarmed, and gunshots rang out every night.

It was different.

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Your car let out a rusty huff as it stopped at a random part of an empty forest. It was late at night, with no sign of birds or sunlight anywhere. You gave one glance around the area, and then turned to the backseat.

All three of your friends, Vineria, Brud, and OWAKCX, were fast asleep, their bodies huddled against each other for warmth since it was below freezing outside. It seems they haven’t realized you stopped the car.

But looking at them now, you realize they look nothing like how they used to be. Now, they’re all patched in different bandages, wearing destroyed and teared clothes and shoes painted with mud and blood. You resist saying anything, however, as you step out of the car.