~Dec. 3, 2043~
The streets had stopped flooding today, it was unfortunate sadly. Why couldn't it have been flooding on the day of the fire? I had sat alone in my bedroom crying as I thought of the friends who had died. Of course I had shown nothing when I went into Mission Control to sign in and go out on the job...that was my way of peace. I feel fairly lucky to be alone. Maybe peace was dangerous but I didn't mind, all is fair in my love of war.
I walk around on the unforgiving streets of abandoned cities, this was my life, once in a while I pass a cute boarded up street with sign saying No brain dead allowed! and I laugh. It is strangely funny really, those little street towns never last. If you aren't from one of the few factions out there you are as good as dead. I had that problem before, in the days before the cursed and beautiful Grinïs my family had the whole town boarded up...it was dangerous but we ad all managed good lives there. I wonder if the others are still there...we had abandoned them.
Enough of that, my life story isn't important, not even to me...who knows what else could be happening around this crazy world? Something bigger then me, I plan to find it all out too. Stealing is a great way to do so, people have knowledge I need to receive, maybe when I finish I can put all the pieces together and figure everything out. Hell, I could find the cause of this apocalypse faster then the Scientea, I would love to see their reaction to that.
As I carried on through the city I found little sight of the zombies I wanted to see, maybe I should try to go to the outer corners of town? They were full of the undead trying to find the living and mutated trying to break through the overestimated wooden boards that everyone used to board themselves up with.
As I start to move towards the outer slums I can hear the zombies that haven't mutated already, this is where I am on high alert. I feel the hair stand up on my arms and the back of my neck. Brain Mutated were smart enough to hide, I had to keep my wits about me and check everywhere I could unless I wanted to be suicidal.
"MC to Armani. We require a status update. Gen. doesn't expect too much though, the louder it gets in the city, the quieter the brainless. By the way, since we're talking anyway, want to go on a date with me? MC over." Is what I heard on the intercom I had tuned down to its quietest setting. With a sigh I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "I'm on the outer city, zombie population seems steady. I'll head back after some investigation of course. Go jerk off your boyfriend. Stealer over."