(INFECTION AU! The following characters are Paintbrush, Lightbulb, Fan, Test Tube, Microphone, Taco, 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.

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. But you're partly infected, you're still there. Although you still have that urge to kill, you're still in there.

Two nights after, you and the rest of your group stayed in the survival bunker for the night. None of you could take any risks anymore. Nobody was fearless enough to do so. Plus, it was the safest decision. Some of you had injuries to tend to, and etc.

Paintbrush was laying on the bed next to yours, Candle was patching up Lightbulb's injuries on the bed that's on the other side of the room, Test Tube was calming Fan down from an anxiety attack on the bed in the near corner, Taco was patching Microphone's injuries on the other bed next to yours, and you were on your own bed, not doing so good..

(You can decide what happens now)