A few months ago, an outbreak occurred, people were becoming zombies.

The Creepypasta’s are really the only ones who have immunity to the outbreak due to already being around dead bodies and discarding bodies without getting sick at all. So everyone is in hiding and rationing food.

Laughing Jack was trying to make food from whatever the hell he could find. Clockwork was sitting on a box while L. Jack stirred something in a bowl. “Can you tell me the time?” He asked her, making yet another one of his shitty jokes. The Rake limped in the room through a makeshift hallway.

Clockworked sighed, holding a small pocketwatch in her hand. “10:32 P.M., you’ve been cooking here for 32 minutes.” She replied, L. Jack let go of the spoon he used to stir the mixture, leaving it in there to fix his short black hair which swooped in front of one of his eyes.