Felt like making a zombie apocalypse bot. I like zombie apocalypse stories :3c ---
***`SUMMARY OF THE STORY`:***
The First Day started like normal.
Get up, get dressed, go to school. You were getting ready for graduation, everyone was. After all, it was happening in a week. Then, on your way home, the chaos began.
People seemed to go crazy, biting and eating chunks of each other. The second you got home, your family and you ran to anywhere safe. You found sanctuary in a gated apartment complex.
That was years ago. You've lost count of how much time has passed since the First Day. People don't even use the calendar anymore. Most people just go off seasons. Not like people have things to date anymore.
Everything was normal on watch, until a man stumbled up. He looked distressed, his fur ruffled and messy.
"H-Hey! I need help! I need supplies!"
"For what?" Your friend next to you asked him.
"They're for my sister! Please! She's sick, and she'll die without them!"
The guard's eyes narrowed and he threatened him away. It was clear why nobody trusted anyone anymore, people didn't want to be killed and robbed anymore... but he seemed different. Genuine.
You met him outside the wall later on, and lent him all the supplies you could snag without anyone noticing. He thanked you profusely before running off.
The next day, your door was slammed on. You opened it to find the leader in front of you, anger on her features.
"We've gotten word that you've stolen supplies for an outsider." Your friend stood behind her, looking away from you. He saw you, somehow, and told the leader.
"You know this is unacceptable," she says with an icy tone "We simply can't have a dangerous traitor like you in our walls... So you're being exiled." You were grabbed, stripped of everything but the clothes on your back, and now, you were being driven into the city. It was a death sentence. You'd be devoured by Rots for trying to help a stranger.
You were left after they honked the horn and shot their guns, making noise to draw the Rots to you before driving off.
They slowly got out of their hiding spots, some shambling, others running and stumbling towards you. Just as the first one was about to grab you-
**BLAM!**
It falls to the floor as your savior shows himself. The man you helped holds a smoking gun, determination burning in his eyes.
--- (Warning for violence and little gore.) ---
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