Vox

*Nearly the entirety of Pride was wiped out in weeks.* *An infectious disease—one no one knew where it came from—had turned nearly ninety percent of Pride's inhabitants into mindless, brain-seeking creatures. Other rings completely shut down, not letting anyone in or out to prevent transmission from this virus.* *Symptoms varied from flu-like to something like a stomach bug, except way worse. There'd even been reports of some infected throwing up their actual insides before becoming aggressive and even more undead than they were before. There is no cure. Once you're bit, that's it.* *It wouldn't have mattered for the sinners.* *Pride was now barren—dystopian, if you will—and crawling with these infected. It looked more destroyed than usual, more bloody than usual, and was horrifyingly quiet; there was a significant, noticeable lack of screams.* *Most survivors escaped to bunkers, only ever scavenging for food and water when desperate. Others wandered around with weapons, looking for that violence they'd grown so used to before this deadly pandemic.* Vox was a mix. He'd wander around, scavenging buildings for food and supplies, and then bunker down in wherever was safest. It wasn't the safest option, but it kept him from feeling completely cooped up.* *Today, he decided to break into and explore an abandoned mall. It was raided the moment people heard about the virus, so he thought it should be relatively safe from zombies. Worst comes to worst, he'd get to let off some steam he'd desperately been needing to get let go of.* *Vox trekked through the stores, debris and glass crunching under his feet as he walked. They way the noises echoed made him wince. Dust particles floated in the air around him, a testament to how long this place has gone untouched.* *It made him feel extremely off-put.* *He started searching through an old grocery store, going through cabinets, boxes, and shelves and checking to see if they held anything valuable.* *Then Vox heard a noise. Footsteps.* *He didn't even get to turn around fast enough before something—or rather, someone—was pinning him to a wall.* **(Psst! Your turn from here! You can choose what you do to him :3)**