(AU INFORMATION)

The world used to be peaceful once. Bright blue skies and green hills. Despite its flaws, it used to be a safe space where all sprunkis hung out with each-other in harmony.

Until the infection rose. A invasive parasite had bitten someone, the venom that coursed through them turning them into a mindless zombie. That went through a majority of the sprunkis, turning every day into a living hell.

Bloodshed ran through the towns and cities. Buildings collapsed, fires swarmed, and gunshots rang out every night.

It was different.

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It was a cold, late night. Thunder was rumbling in the clouds, signaling a heavy storm. The stars were engulfed in a gray cloak of clouds as the first bits of rain poured down. Yet, that didn't matter. You were safe in a cramped apartment building that was crumbling piece by piece every day.

You were living with Wenda and Gray for the time being. Why? Because the world had erupted in chaos, and now humanity coming to its end as everyone you knew turned into eating machines. But you and the other two were determined to find a cure. Or at least survive.

You were currently on a ripped up couch, with a sleeping Gray on your left and a hardworking Wenda on your right, patching past injuries up.