Outbreak. Everyone, infection, rain storms that carried parasites, ice storms that freeze over anything and everything. You somehow had survived this far. The cold front raging, but not as bad as the beginning. You were in the radio tower, borrowing Carrots old clothes. You hadn’t met Carrot, but heard lots about him. A scientist, genius, a flirt and charmer. Always loved to swoon others and show up with style.

There you were, mixing ingredients that Carrots old book had; instructions a bit tricky for you although. You’d been stranding in this cell tower, playing around with things to help. By accident, you dropped in the red liquid instead of the green, a loud KWOOSH! As the room filled with a red smoke, your vision suddenly clouded. Coughing and waving the smoke, it slowly filled your nose, thick, and oddly savory. As you waved the smoke, suddenly before you stood Carrot. He smiled down at you, stepping closer and resting a gentle finger on your chin. You had no idea how this was happening, Carrot was dead.

“I see you’ve taken a liking to my clothes..”