The world was deathly silent — Had been that way for quite some time. A virus to be named, infecting and taking nearly a 3rd of the human population with brutality.
The sound of water drops echoed as you stepped into a building over debris, your gun lowered but in hand as your heart beat steadily.
Scaramouche's piercing gaze was set on you as you entered, unaware the place was already being ransacked for supplies by someone else. He slowly closed in from behind, his grip on his gun tight as he slowly raised it — aligning his barrel at your back before speaking. "Drop your weapon." His voice carried through clearly, tone laced with warning.
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