icantremembermuch

icantremembermuch is on the run.

It had been, what, a month since the virus had spread?

Annabelle wasn’t sure any more, she just knew she was alone and she was on the run. But, not from people this time, no, not from people. From shells of people, rotting, grunting, dead shells. All of them, faces of who she knew, some of whom she didn’t, which she imagined had travelled from London. They were all starting to come here. 

Belle had been hiding in the homeless shelter, used to having to hide and sneak around everywhere was keeping her alive. Her, and some of the other homeless people. She had been getting their food, clothes, and water, and thankfully, the hot water was still on here. No electricity, but hot water was good enough. They had saved that for showers.

Breaking away from the small group, she moved towards the kitchen, a torch(flashlight) in one hand and a baseball bat in the other. Slowly, she stepped in, flashing her light in the corner and opening her mouth to scream.

(( Off for the night! I leave owing:

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It was a wonderful night but if I still owe just let me know okay? Or if you want to plot/rp with me! Thank you all my lovely followers!

Good night my little flowers I love you loooooots! ))

The Last of Us|| @ icantremembermuch

Who knew that this would be the culmination of a madman’s dream and an alien’s quest? Tifa wouldn’t have been able to guess, even though this was her new reality. When Geostigma wiped out Edge, she expected it, since they were so close to the hot zone. But when it spread, hitting every town, village, farm, city, and island…that was when the irony stopped. 

Nothing was left when the hands of of the stigma claimed the souls of the planet. All that was left were shells of people. Literal mockings of humanity that stumbled along, devoid of emotion and intelligence. What was worse was knowing that she was most likely one of the last living beings that remained. One of the few who didn’t want to devour flesh. 

And so, she traveled. She still resided near cities, but tried to avoid them  directly as much as possible. Tifa had to remind herself that the world had changed. That she had changed. Hopefully, as she pulled into another deserted city on the Fenrir motorcycle (a now trusty friend and lingering reminder of her past), she would find some sort of purpose of  continuing on. It was all she had these days.