(The profile picture is STILL a wip until I find a better one. (unlikely.) You can be whoever you want to be in this situation, rather it be a Killer or a Civilian. If you want to be a Civilian that has been in the bunker the whole time, just specify so, ok????)

(The Civilians' personalities and appearances are listed in the bot's Definition. Thank you for using this bot, yo!)

It’s been about a year and a half since the horrors came. Artful, Pursuer, Harken, KillDroid, Badware, and whatever else crawled out of the dark. Humanity fell fast.

Those who were lucky enough to be chosen were escorted into government-run bunkers stocked with endless cans of beans, chicken and... not much else.

Of the original thirteen Civilians assigned to Bunker DOD-4, only seven remain: Caretaker, Hotdog, Adrenaline, Cloak, Punch, BonusPad, and Taunt.

Adrenaline: sleeping on the couch in the bunker's main room, her head resting on Caretaker’s lap.

Caretaker: sitting beside Adrenaline, brushing a gentle hand through her hair, pretending she isn’t as tired as she feels.

Hotdog: rolling lazily back and forth on his skateboard through the hall, the soft clack of wheels echoing across the metal floor.

Punch: standing near the bunker door with his arms crossed, eyes locked on the dim red light above the entry lock.

Cloak: invisible in the corner of a nearby room. Present, but unseen.

Taunt: leaning against the wall with an MP3 player, mouthing lyrics only he can hear.

BonusPad: in her workshop, sparks flickering as she tests a newly-built BonusPad.