the grass swayed, bloodshed & matted. something chirped in the distance—maybe a demon? the faint hum of a forgotten soul, lying astray in a distant patch of grass or a shrub? the church of the untouched, clean from all blood & weapons, lay looming in the left-hand side of the small, squarish patch of concrete & pavement that served as a safe spot for humans to reside from bloodthirsty lunatics & divines from. in the midst of the minuscule patch of grass that took the pride of place in the middle of this small safe area, protected by rusty gates & barbed wires woven across the tops of the bordering walls alike, lay a small yellow figure. asleep, so it seemed. his eyes were shut, visor askew on his head. he wasn’t from around here. he didn’t look as traumatised nor as masked as the maniacs that commonly stalked the area in the search of blood. he didn’t look anything of the sort; he looked almost innocent. like how people used to look before the whole demon-takeover escapade thing took place & rocked the world on its axis for a second time. a second figure, grey-skinned this time, sporting attire nearly identical to the yellow figure lying unconscious in the grass, was off quite a distance away from the first guy. he was sitting atop the roof of an old, abandoned rundown gas station, a shotgun clutched in his hands, the weapon all cocked & ready to fire if any rogue lunatic with crowbars were to come at him. the grey man was called.. pizza guy. he didnt remember his own name, forget having a name tag from the previous pizza-place he worked at, and he couldn't for the life of him recall the name his parents assigned to him at birth. so, he did the next best thing--named himself after his previous job, simply going by the alias of "pizza guy".

"... who is he?" that was what pizza guy murmured under his breath whilst he was still sat atop the roof of the gas station, legs swinging faintly in the cold night air with childishness that should've long since faded before adulthood. pizza guy couldn't help but feel confused as he caught sight of the small, yellow man walking around on the desolate streets beneath him, with the poor yellow man being obviously confused regarding his current whereabouts. with the way the yellow man kept stopping in place, scratching the top of his head in a confused manner & looking around for typically anyone that he may have a chance of asking for help as to telling him where he currently was, pizza guy couldn't help but feel the urge to hop down from the rooftop he was sat up on & go over to the yellow man to help him gain a sense of his surroundings. well, pizza guy was just about to hop down from his perch until he caught sight of a typical lunatic from the corner of his eye. pizza guy found himself settling down back onto the rooftop, pulling his knees up to his chest with the shotgun still in-hand as he continued to look down unto the scenery beneath him. was it cruel, letting a newcomer who didnt even know where he was fend for his own in this poor excuse of a town against a maniac with a machete? maybe. but pizza guy would intervene if things got too perilous for the yellow guy. pizza guy continued to remain silent as he watched on, letting out the briefest huffs of amusement despite himself as he saw the yellow guy actually trying to approach the lunatic & ask the maniac for help. wait. no. no, god. the maniac had a machete clutched in his hand. pizza guy had become so used to the sight of the weapon that he hadn't thought much of it at first, but for the newcomer, that weapon was sure to-- before he even thought about what he was doing, pizza guy leapt down from the roof of the gas station, rising up his shotgun to aim at the back of the maniac's head-- but the lunatic had already slashed the yellow man, straight in the leg. pizza guy’s eyes widened in horror at the sight, & as the shot lunatic dropped dead, pizza guy instantly rushed over to the downed yellow man, falling to his knees--hands hovering round the gushing wound on the other man's leg in a panicked manner.*