It's gonna get messy.

"But with only one of my Dark Gods of Destruction, all of my magic has been rendered futile. I sense that the fate of the universe is uncertain if the rest are slain or left behind."

"Magic? Dark Gods of Destruction? What the hell are you even talkin' about? As far as I can tell, that's a damn hamster, and last time I checked, hamster's aren't known for being deities. 

Yer wackier than a fish outta water if you're thinkin' that. He looks like a normal ol' hamster."

"Sure! That sounds good to me." She started to stare absentmindedly as he stroked his chin. She wanted to touch it.

She snapped back to reality when he spoke again. “Well, uh, yeah. Try harder next time. But yeah, don’t mention it!” She grinned.

"And what are you trying to say?! That I look like a sap! Remember this, cause I’m the strongest person you’re ever gonna meet, in this city or anywhere!" A prideful look on her face. "And good! Glad you’re on board!" And with that, she span around and started running off down the nearest corridor. She used her more heavily armoured of her two feet to kick down a door leading to a fire escape .

Strongest person he'd ever meet here in this city? Kenny had his doubts. Was she just bluffing and praising herself, or did she actually mean it? That's right, Kenny can't make any real judgement off appearances now, can he? 

People here vary from different sizes and shapes. Maybe he shouldn't under estimate anyone here. Still, Kenny had his suspicions, but he decided to roll with it anyways.

Kenny followed her up to the fire escape, and to the roof of the building. It wasn't fun, having to run up many flights of stairs, but they made it to the top soon enough. Kenny took a look down from the roof, to see what was going on down in the streets. Shit, she was right. A bunch of them were coming this way, to this building. Better off getting out of here soon.

"Okay, if we're gonna get outta here, we can try to go to the nearest buildin', but I don't think we would be outta the woods there. Best bet is tryin' to get around a block or two away." Kenny mused, looking down at the crowding Parishes as many of them began to flood into the building.

[Yes, it is quite difficult to get used to a new place.]

[This is my third time having to deal with such a situation - and my second time being brought to this city, so I can sympathize with you about that…]

[Ways to get around? Well, there’s the train, but it only goes one way around the city - clockwise. It’s free to use.]

[There are buses and taxis, too. Taxis can go through to other sectors, but that’s rather expensive.]

Sounds like the train might be the best way to go, since it's free, and well, Kenny doesn't really have any spare change on him.

"Alright, sounds good to me. I might be takin' the train to get settled in there, at least. Shouldn't be too bad." He nodded, repeating his thoughts.

"Sorry about your line there, pal," he said as he waded his way over and hauled himself onto the rickety wooden dock next to the other man.

Even as far as it was off of the lake’s surface, his feet (more like hooves, really) still dangled in the water.

Then he turned his attention to the metal still in his face. This was gonna hurt. He gripped it tightly between two fingers of his left hand, and yanked-

And his fingers slipped off. ”Sonova-“

The hook was tiny, slick with blood and lakewater, and buried deeply into his thick hide. No way was he gonna get it out barehanded with leftie, and if he tried with his right hand he’d probably end up taking his whole nose off along with it. What he needed was some sort of…

Pliers.

Pliers?

What are pliers?

Oh, wait, hang on. Kenny snapped out of it, remembering where he was in the first place.

"Uh, shit, hang on. I think I got some in my toolbox here." Kenny re-opened the box he had that contained his fishing line, bait, et cetera, and pulled out a pair of pliers. 

The hook looked like it was in pretty deep. Yikes, that looked like it hurt, really fucking bad. He held out the pliers for the strange looking man to take. 

"Uh yeah, totally! Looking for food, mostly." She let her last words linger, then her stomach pitched in with a rumble. Trying to get out of here? How had she gotten in here..? The window, right, she’d been tired. And she hadn’t wanted to land outside, for whatever reason. It’d come to her if it was important. Probably.

Hm, his weapon seemed slightly mundane- albeit still effective. She was doubting he was a youkai.

"No. I’ve only recently been snatched back here I haven’t really had the chance to check if anyone I knew here, still is, you know?" He was right though, she wasn’t particularly a fan of enclosed spaces, and fighting in them didn’t keep them enclosed for very long. She titled her head down as a collection of shrieks cut through the floorboards below them.

Hm… No… Wait a minute.

Crap, that’s right!

But then she brought up something about there being a bunch of them heading this way. The hair on his neck stood up surprisingly quickly. 

"Shit, I thought I was bein' quiet..

Well, thanks for the warnin', anyways. I was just 'bout to head down there myself. If we head up, I know you're gonna be able to fly away, but how am I gonna get out? I'm pretty heavy." 

She was only a kid. How was she going to be able to carry him from the building to somewhere safer? That's something he was going to have a hard time believing.

But that's his only option, right now. Sit around like sitting ducks or try to get the hell out of here. If he stays here he'll die, and this is his only shot.

The man scuffed at the ground with the tip of his boot, pursing his lips. “I can imagine, old man.” In a way, he did sympathize. He didn’t miss home as much anymore, but the first couple of months were lonely. “Anyone else you know here?”

Trying to strike up conversation was strange.

None of them looked normal, that much he can say about it. Who were these people? Nobody he's ever seen from anywhere in his world. They were freaks, to be simple about it.

It still bothers me. To think that anyone had to go through something like this—I know that pain myself. I swore to never let something like that happen again—and in my world, it hasn’t. But for it to happen in places I’ve never even considered that it could happen across universes—much less for two years straight. That must have been an apocalypse.

—What can Emiya Shirou do to save people that he can’t even see?

As I stand in front of the metal door at the bottom of the stairs, leading to the garages, I ponder.

"All right—Kenny, at the ready. I’m gonna kick open this door, so we gotta be prepared if there’s something behind it—ready enough that it would rather not be there. Got it? Three, two, one—!"

Slam.

The door falls flat forward, and beyond it—

"Phew—nothing. I was relieved, I was seriously thinking that there’d be a mob of them in here—guess not. I have respect for garage doors now, keeping those things out. All right, Kenny, cover me—I’m going to break into a…what’d you prefer, a motorcycle or a truck? I’d personally prefer the cycle, but I’m fine either way."

He sighed, and adjusted his cap as he peered into the garage.

"Reckon I'll take the truck, huh? I used to have a truck myself so I'm all up for that." Kenny approached the truck, looking into the window just to be sure not to come across any unwanted company hiding in there.

Nothing. Just a few smokes and a lighter on the dashboard, but nothing else highlighted Kenny's interest. He didn't really smoke anyways.

"Maybe they got some maps goin' on in their glovebox? I ain't got any other clue where they might be at." He scratches his beard, looking at the glove box through the window.

While he may have a truck, what might happen if there is a dense hoard of 'em? He's got to be careful.

2nd person has my muse as their prisoner for 24 hours

3rd person gets kiss from my muse

4th person gets hug from my muse

5th person has my muse as their pet for week

6th person gets bitten by my muse

7th person gets letter from my muse (love letter, goodbye letter, hate letter, whatever comes to my mind)

8th person will get a dinner with my muse

"—…don’t tell me you came from a place that was perpetually like this? Oh my…I can’t…imagine that. That sounds—"

Like hell? I’m just assuming, but I can’t help but feel like that’s the truth. I can barely stand these few hours—let alone two years. Kenny must be…

"—…You must be a strong guy, Kenny. Good ears or no, you must’ve worked hard to live up until now. I’ll make sure you keep on living, then. No point in wasting all that effort, right?"

With a quick breath, I peer down the stairs, looking for any more zombies. Clear. In that case—

"Yeah, there should be a few of them—cars, that is—in the garages. Strangely enough, the buildings aren’t moving anymore, so I don’t think we’ll have any trouble finding them…if and when we get there, I’ll be able to, er, break in and…borrow it, for you. I’ll write down the address—"

He doesn’t have a phone, probably. Meaning he can’t just use the GPS.

"—er, no, that won’t work…I’ll find a map and mark the location you need to get to on there. Sound good? Let’s go."

"I did. But at least things like that help you remember the mistakes you've made when shit like this happens again." He reassured him. He made mistakes, so many mistakes- in his time in the mess that was the apocalypse. He's nearly died plenty of times.

"Garages. Sounds like a plan. Guess with the city not movin' as often as it does, it does sound like a better plan than it would otherwise. But I'll go. If ya ain't comin', stay safe, ya here? Don't let what happened earlier happen again without any company to help protect ya." 

Maps sound perfect, just in case the signals to the GPS gets cut off, who knows. Better safe than sorry, at least.

After what seemed like ages - probably not too long but damn was running boring - she managed to find someone who didn’t look like one of them. At least he hadn’t tried attacking her; that was probably a good sign.

“Really? I hadn’t fucking noticed.” Did he think that anyone that wasn’t a complete idiot wouldn’t want to leave as fast as possible? Fighting these things when they seemed significantly stronger than most humans, in a state where most people pretty much were human? Ridiculous.

Kenny was hesitant to talk at first. She didn't seem "equipped" for this, now did she? She was showing plenty of skin, that's for sure. Well, if things get worse from here on out, she'll change.

That or the Skin she's showing is going to be shown on the sidewalk. He snapped out of it, and quickly continued on.

"Shit, okay. I think our best bet is either headin' towards a garage and steal a car, or we can head out to the train station and walk through the tunnels the trains go through. Unless ya got another idea, that's all I know." Kenny blurted out, constantly scanning the area for any attacking Parishes.

Shameful.

And in her annoyance she’d flown too high, and her wings were protesting further use. And that really pissed her off; ain’t none messing with her sovereignty of the skies. None. 

So she’d been forced into a glide lest she just plummet unceremoniously into the asphalt below. And… Fuck. Those things were down there. Plenty of those things. Shit shit shit. Okay, too low down now to make it onto any rooftops, uhhh, uuuuuhhhhhh.

There! If she had one thing that was sharp about her, it was her eyesight. Turning a little, she lined her trajectory up with a mostly smashed window, hopefully she’d gliiiide, riiiiight, in-

CRASH

She stood up on the other side of the entirely smashed window, dusted herself off and caught sight of a surging mob heading for her landing site. Nope.

The raven twisted round and scarpered into the building, no particular goal in sight. She slid round a corner and was met with something that certainly wasn’t one of those Pariahs.

That headless body on the floor though, that was. Her eyes flicked back and forth between the body and this person. Human? Yeah probably. Bit older than the ones she was used to seeing by the looks of him. So he killed it? Not bad, better than a lot of the scattering sheep she’d seen. But what really captivated her attention, was his face. She didn’t see nearly enough facial hair.

"That’s a sweet beard!"

She nodded towards the corpse “You do that, huh? Not bad, nice hammer I guess.” Maybe he’d tell her about his beard, man, that would be cool. Her mind was swimming with the possibilities of forbidden beard lore.

Hmm. Had she forgotten about something? What had she been doing… Oh well!

The first comment she had to do was towards his beard, which caused him to reach up and touch his own beard unconsciously. He lowered his hammer, and stared back at the dead Parish he had taken out not too long ago.

"Uh, yeah. I'm just doin' some scavengin'. Ya know, lookin' for supplies and stuff, cause I didn't want to be defenseless. Anyways, I'm gonna assume you're up to the same thing? Unless your tryin' to get outta here, either way." He explained.

Kenny would of pointed out the wings if he hadn't been in this city for a while. He's seen crazier things, so he shouldn't be surprised about seeing a girl with wings, it'd be stupid.

"Ya with anybody? I'm gunna make a guess myself that you aren't. Either way, we gotta get a move on. I'm just makin' a quick stop here to get armed. It ain't safe here anymore. Those things ain't gonna stay out in the street for long, not if they're gonna get hungry." He brushed off bits from the Parish that were on his knees. 

Speaking of which, Kenny must be a living cue. Because as soon as he said that, several screams and unnecessarily loud moans came from a few floors below.