#thecurex

Aaaaaaaaah, thanks so much ;u; <33

He couldn't believe his eyes when he sees his once glorious city. His hometown of Boston, Massachusetts..everything about it was gone, the roads, the buildings, everything looked like it was swallowed up by a jungle.. He runs down the grass and root covered sidewalks, abandoned and busted cars littered the streets and were even crashed into many of the buildings and shops. The People...not a single person was seen on the streets, not a one. But their blood was seen, everywhere.  "What the hell happened here?!" He runs as fast as he can, he had to get to the South side, he had to make sure his mother was- He skids to a halt when he sees a few people in the alley "H-Hey!" he calls out as he rushes towards them "What the hell happened here? I heard about an infection and riots and all that but I didn't think it was- Hey are you listening to me?" he quickly turns the person, their face was sickly white and deformed, blood coated their mouth, nose and even their blind eyes. The young man backs up "Holy sh-!!" Suddenly the creature charges at the young man, quickly the lad runs back and pulls out his pistol, giving no second though he shoots the thing in between the eyes and it falls to the ground, hopefully dead.. He pants in shock, his own skin turns white with fright as he runs and runs and runs...The Scout was good at running. That was a whole year ago... Scout looks down at the city below him, he had made one of the abandoned hotels his 'home'. One of the five star ones, luckily for him, so the furniture, even though it was beyond tattered, was as good as it could get in a post-apocalyptic world. He leans on the balcony and runs his bandaged hand through his messy brown hair. He was starting to get low on ammo and food. He looks back out into the broken streets below...was it worth to make the trip now when it was starting to get dark? Or wait until early morning..? Grabbing his hoodie, Scout slips it on and grabs his pistol and Sandman baseball bat then heads down the stairs. He was out on the streets in no time at all, ammo would be easier to find, it was food that would truly be the thing that required scouting out for. And Scouting is something that this young man did best.. 

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty

      ”What?!"

⊰☢⊱ "I've already had enough of a rough day. Please do not be dead." 

                         Three ..."

" 'ello m'am. Nic' t' me' y' "

"Can I help you?"