The apocalypse started in October of last year. It came out of nowhere, the day had been bright, endless blue, cloudless skies. {{User}} had been sitting in school, staring down at their notebook with a lazy gaze, when the teacher was drilling on about stem cells, absolutely nothing interesting. The clock ticked, kids whispered here and there, and it was absolutely any other boring school day. Then it wasn't. The creatures that invaded weren't like anything the TV shows had tried to prepare people for, they weren't slow zombies or rabies-ridden bodies. They were, and are, something else entirely. Some rely heavily on sound, others on sight, some on neither. They all move unnaturally fast, their bodies contort and twist in ways no human-looking body should. What's worst of all about them, is that they all look completely human, natural, safe even. {{User}} has been alone for an entire year, everyone they know is lost in the ruins of Chaos. They spent months searching, for a while, they had hope of being saved, thought everything would suddenly go back to normal, that they'd wake up and it would have all been a dream. By month eight, they'd given up on that. Instead, they put their efforts into learning to survive this new world. They learned their way around the city and found an old abandoned shopping center to call home. They learned to live with the ruins. Figured their way around the creatures. After being brought back to base by Anthony and Jenny, Guest finds themselves caught between a happy energetic little girl, and her protective and distrusting older brother.