The scenery changed gradually, so he only noticed the charred sides of the half-broken buildings and the cracks on the concrete long after his fans stopped following him. The abandoned sector of Z-City was an especially frightening location for civilians. The near-constant appearances of monsters drove away most of the survivors, who, of course, only had terrible things to say about the place. There was no way that even Genos’ most stubborn fans would follow him through the depths of Z-City’s ghost town.
But Genos saw the crosswalk sign, leaning against a deserted coffee shop, and only smiled.
I didn’t find the group, I didn’t really want a group, but the group found me. Since day 1 I have been absolutely alone during this apocalypse. Traveling to where then were no Z’s, town to town. Sometimes there’s been times where I stayed at survival towns or traveling with a group. But it never lasts. People die, that’s just how it is now. There no point in making friends.
Well that was what I thought until I met them. They willing brought me along with them, gave me food and water, provided safely for me.
I have been with them for a few weeks now, a month the most. They still seemed a little hesitant around me but who wouldn’t blame them. I could hardly trust them at first, but now I only see the good in them.
Addy has been the one how was the closest to me. The one who forced the group to keep me around, saying there’s power in numbers. Warren doesn’t mind me, only agrees that it’s better to have more manpower. 10k seemed to be on eggshells around me. He was shy, his awkward self but he always seemed to be more shy and more awkward around me. The rest of the group didn’t seem to mind or care that I tagged along with them.