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Species 2814. Prepare for assimilation.

Granted, you fall into the firey core of the Earth and burn. And die.

I wish everyone played legit on video games.

Granted, you have been given an axe that can hack computers that have Minecraft servers.

I wish for no more wars.

Granted, you may now hack trees without being detected.

I wish I was in Terraria.

This is merely an interest check for a planned Star Trek RP.

This RP will likely be in both the Alpha and Delta Quadrants with locations shown in the TV shows and the movies.

If you are interested in a Star Trek RP let me know in the comments.

So many people saddened by the endings for Mystery Dungeon, it's kind of a rule in Pokemon Mystery Dungeon.

The ending for the RPGMaker horror game: The Crooked Man.

The Walking Dead game by TellTale Games.

You keep them busy, while I get ammo and RUN LIKE HELL!

Granted, it is so confusing that all of the world's scientists abandon their current research for that. Now how will we get cures for diseases?

I wish for a normal uncorruptable apple.

Jimmy?

I am very hyped up for the stable release to be available. Like Aether, I am not expecting a stable version to be out soon, with all the bugs to fix and new features to add and dimension diversity to implement.

Finding this guy literally made me stop breathing.

After some time driving, I finally reached my destination. I pulled into the driveway, got out of the car, took my belongings, and went inside the house. "Grandma? Grandma, are you here?" I called out. When there was no response, I went to Grandma's room, and to my horror, there were two walkers in there. Without any hesitation, I dispatched both of them. "Damn." I looked at one of the walkers, and sure enough, it was my Grandmother. I dragged the two bodies outside and left them in the yard. I locked both doors, thinking about how I was going to fortify this place, keep it well defended from walkers.

After a few minutes of thinking I realized something, Timmy. He is just a kid, he won't survive this on his own. I rushed to my 'personal items' storage chest. I took everything out of it and got out my hand ax. I ran out of the house to across the street.

When I got to the house, I was too late. One of those things was crouched over Timmy, making chewing sounds, possibly eating him. "Get off of him you ba-----." ((Don't wanna get banned for language, that happened to one of my friends twice.)) The thing got up and turned towards me and started walking to me. I lunged my ax at it's chest, but nothing happened. "What the hell?" I decided to go for the head. A perfect strike to the head, and it fell. "What the hell were you?" I started searching the house for a duffel bag or something similar.

After searching nearly every room not finding what I was looking for, I went into the last place I wanted to search, Hannah's room. I didn't want to go in there, I left her for the dead. I pushed myself to go in there, to look for something to carry supplies in. I found a blue backpack on her bed with a small box on it. A note saying "To my good friend Henry. From: Hannah" was on the box. I opened the box, and inside was a picture of the two of us in a frame. "She actually liked me." I put the picture back in the box and put it in the pack.

I went back to the living room to gather supplies for the road, and heard some weak breathing coming from Timmy. But he died, didn't he? He got up and started walking to me. Without hesitation, I swung my ax at his head, most likely killing him.

I gathered up all the supplies I could carry, picked up a car key I found, and left the house. I got in the car, started the engine, and left the neighborhood, for good, not stopping for anything.

((Wasn't this starting a few days before the outbreak? Or was there a timeskip? I'm just gonna shut up now in OOC.))

"Something wrong?" I asked Dad. He hesitated for a moment, then said "No, it's nothing. We should get back to work."

Dad brought me home a few hours after noon. "I'm going back, don't burn the kitchen while I'm gone." "That was just one time, Dad. And it was years ago."

"Say what you want." He left afterwards. "I wonder if Hannah is home." I mumbled to myself.

I went across the street to where Hannah lives. I walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell. "Timmy, aren't you gonna get that?" "No! I'm eating my sandwich!" "Then put it down and answer the door!" "Then bugs will take it!" "For the last time, there aren't any bugs in this house!" "You don't know that. You can answer the door!" "Fine!" Hannah and her younger brother threw words back and forth at each other.

"Oh, Henry. Hi." Hannah said as she opened the door. "You didn't hear any of that, right?" "I'm afraid I did." "Oh god, just shoot me now." "He still won't listen to you?" "No. It's been getting worse lately." Come on, let's take a walk, forget all about it." "Okay, finally some time away from that kid."

We started walking up the street. Hannah noticed a man walking around aimlessly. "Hey, are you lost?" She called out to him. The man turned toward us and started walking in our direction. After a few seconds of looking at him, I started feeling a small sense of dread. "Hannah, we should go. There's something off about him, and I don't want to find out what it is." I took Hannah by the hand and started walking away.

As we were walking back, about five people came out from behind a house, although I doubt they're people. Some of their skin has been decayed and there is no color is their eyes. "Hannah, run. Go!" I told Hannah. We started running back to her house. We were getting close to Hannah's house, until I saw her get grabbed by one of those things. "Henry! Help!" She called out to me. I tried to help her, until that thing started biting her, causing her to scream in pain and blood to gush out of her shoulder. Deciding not to watch any further, I turned around and ran, not looking back. I made it back to my house. I locked both doors and sat on my bed, thinking about what to do.