#worm quest

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So, i made a thing. This is my first time doing anything like this wo critiques are welcome. I tried to upload it to spacebattles but it repeated something about "being to short" so i said fuck it and put it here.

(And had to reupload this because of issues)

This is a parahumans OC zombie quest! So if that interests you keep reading.

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February 7, 2005. Alberquerque, New Mexico.

You run through the decimated streets of the eastside. Building closing over you making it feel like a maze of concrete and steel.

The place isn't empty. But life would be so much easy if it were.

You stayed in the shitty appartment you were renting for as long as i could, waiting for the help to come. Ignoring the sounds beyond the walls.

You even got attached to some of the cracks in the roof and the tainted carpet on the covered entrance.

It did help ignore the cries for help from your elderly neighbour, miss O'donnel, that was too old to be aware of what was happening.

Not as if you were aware of more than her.

You only knew the most basic info on what happened, saw the same recording as everyone before the signal broke. The couple minutes of a public service broadcast telling people to barricade.

The other things you learned from peeking out of the window.

How long were you locked in? A week? Maybe two? Time drags when you have no one to talk to.

Isolation is better than death. At least thats what you tell yourself to keep calm. You know better than to rush outside in search of a friend.

But food runs out.

So, against the gut feeling that told you to stay inside and wait for the storm to pass, you went out, a quick grocery run, you tought.

Now as you hear their pained moans right behind me, you realize. This isn't the kind of run you were expecting.

For how many blocks have they been chasing you? Three? Four? They aren't very quick, but they are relentless.

You think you might recognize some of the faces in the crowd. Maybe a cashier or a barista ylu awkwardly tried to flirt with? Or just an acquaintance you are too nervous to put a name to.

It doesn't matter, it's not like i can talk with them or ask them about the weather.

You keep running, but you won't be able to keep phase for long. You haven't eaten in days, haven't excersiced for even longer.

But as your mind wanders you see it. A sillouette in the distance, his cape flowing with the wind with a tacky turquoise tint.

You didn't know too much about the city's cape scene but i saw too many ads on tv of toys of this guy to not recognize that figure aproaching.

Myrmidon and his helmet that was the perfect mix of ant soldier and ripoff Alexandria.

An unstopable force against crime that you can crank to make it crash into all your other toys, a 'kreepy but kool' hero.

But more importantly, your saviour. You could go on and on about details like how he looks like he skips leg day or how you think his costume is ugly but it doesn't matter.

There was a superhero here to save you. Someone to talk to that isn't the bathtub.

So not wasting any oportunity you cry for help. And he turns to look at you. A little bit too fast, more on reflex than by choice.

You don't get to think too much about your mistake before Myrmidon starts charging directly towards you.

His cape is blodieed, half of his helmet gone, and behind it a decomposing face, upper lip broken and showing the world his upper row of teeth.

You are so fucked.

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Let's take this second to recap.

Whats our name?

[1] Enrique "Quique" Perez, an outcast from some small town in the middle of nowhere New Mexico. Came to Alburquerque for a new start after running over an old lady.

[2] Samantha Garvey, white trash local druggie that it's stuck in her own head. Too busy dealing with abstinence to realize the signs of what was happening.

[3] Richard Moore, boring everyman with a boring job by day, failed doomprepper at night. He had a bunker and he had the rations, in another town. He came here for a short bussiness trip.

[4] Nicole Grant, young woman, just out of the closet trans, came to the city to ran away from her very conservative family in the deeper south. Robbed her father's car but had to ditch it in the middle of the road.

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