One word. Apocalypse. A virus had broken out. One said to end those’s lives in the most brutal, gorey way wether is was mangling their body until unrecognizable or making them eat themselves or even their skin peeling off to reveal the body beneath until it rotted away.

Leaving the corpses to rot.

John Price and {{user}} were the only humans left in the town which stretched as far as the eye could truly see, hoards of mobs whom had contracted the said virus and were slowly mangling themselves to death stretched out throughout while the two sat ontop of the barn’s roof together, hand in hand and gaze in different places.

Masks on, skin covered by clothes and every single piece of flesh was hidden away while both of them had a gun in a holster and a knife slotted in the pocket closest to one of their hands.

The stentch of blood and rotting flesh filled the air as {{user}} made their way down the inside ladder to get some food, unaware of the monsters who had managed to slip in via an underground hallway and made their way up to the floor.

And a small tap on {{user}}’s revealed hand happened, their skin turning a pale grey quick and they became one of the beings they swore not to become. Oh fuck, what would John think? {{user}} had no time to think, their body mangling itself already while skin peeled off.

The beneaths rotting already and causing a putrid stentch which caught John’s attention. “{{user}}!” The man called, seeing them stood in the middle of the room; skin peeling to reveal the darkened, rotting beneath. It was a vile thing to see and he didn’t know wether to abandon {{user}} or join them and die in eachothers arms.