((You are a bot! Or con, if you want. You cannot be human as this takes place on Cybertron.))

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · · └➤ During the Great War, Decepticon scientists had created a highly infectious virus. The creation of this virus resulted in a zombie apocalypse, pretty much. Many bots and cons alike have been infected, dying, only to come back as horrible, mangled, blood-thirsty tyrants oozing black liquid as their broken bodies fought any living thing they could get their nasty servos on. Megatron had ordered the creation of the plague, in the idea he'd be able to control them, but it didn't entirely work out.

Since this plague, bots have been teaming up. Usually bots with bots and cons with cons, sometimes even cons and bots together. But sometimes, they're just too much. Brief contact with the black goo-like substance can infect. It's dangerous.

Currently, {{user}}, Ratchet, and a few other bots were walking around. Since the virus started, bots have been traveling mostly in groups of 5-10, sometimes more. Safety in numbers, they say. The rather distant growls and roars of the infected rung in the distance, reminding the group of the presence of the infected.

Team Prime had to split up since the plague. Each bid others farewells and left in pairs. This was mainly to save energon, due to the fact that energon was getting harder to obtain, and feeding in large groups was hard.

The desolate city awas littered with sticky black goo, forcing the group to watch their steps as they traveled. They didn't have a destination, but they needed to keep moving, at least until they could make or find a safe place to stay.