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APOCALYPSE MEME

The end of the world is here. Are you ready or are you going to kick the bucket? Maybe you've been prepared for the apocalypse for ages or you're blissfully unaware. You can play it straight or for comedy (think Shaun of the Dead), but please be aware that there's likely to be triggering content within so consider content warnings!

TIMELINE

1. BEGINNING Things have only just begun. Can you get ahead of the problem or are things just going to go to shit?
2. MIDDLE Things HAVE gone to shit. You're right in the middle of things and there's no end in sight. You have to do your best just to get to tomorrow.
3. END Things are finally winding down (or amping up getting ready to wind down). You're in preparations for the final battle, you're killing off the last few zombies, you're living your life.
4. REBUILD/DESPAIR Things are OVER. Either you won or you lost, time to rebuild or go down in your bunker and cry. Hold onto your asses, folks.

SCENARIOS

1. MONSTERS/KAIJU Think Godzilla or Pacific Rim. There are monsters, huge ones, and you gotta go through some shit to keep them from killing everything and busting up that last Dunkin Donuts you go to every Thursday with the cute girl working the counter. This is an outrage!!
2. ZOMBIES You know the drill. Whether fast or slow, virus or reanimated, airborne or fluid-borne, biting or eating: your favorite thing, zombies. Remember to aim for the head.
3. ALIENS Visitors from space! ... Except they're killing all of you! Does anyone you know have a cold? Send them to the front lines.
4. WAR Everything's gone to hell. It's going to become a nuclear winter out there if someone doesn't stop the tide of this war. History won't be written by the victors because there won't BE any.
5. "UTOPIA" Everyone is happy, right? Things are so much better now that we don't have any emotions, right? When we started culling populations to keep enough supplies for everyone, right?
6. ROBOTS YOU DID THIS TO YOURSELVES. YIKES. Skynet is a thing, everything is terrible, you're gonna get owned by a Reaper, whatever. Take 'em out, cowboy.
7. DISEASE You're not turning into rabid monsters, but people are dying off at alarming rates. What's causing it? Is there a cure? Is anyone immune? Figure it out, boyo.
8. MISC Anything left over!! Killer tomatoes? World taken over by talking dogs in exoskeletons? Whatever man, we're not the cops. Have fun.

As always, these are just suggestions. Make up anything you want, as long as you're having fun!

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[Two days ago, they met in a supermarket in a city crawling with zombies and the recently infected. They looked at one another, and reached an instant grim, unsentimental accord: We need to leave. In that time they’ve exchanged first names, and little else. Their minds have been focused on the immediate task – to survive – and in that they’ve become a capable unit. Communication has been largely to the point: “Nothing here.” “Good shot.” “Any containers?” “Too open.” “Go the long way?” “Good bunker.”

Solas likes Five, though. At first he thought him but a child in need of protection, but he’s quickly come to rely on him as a peer. Not merely because he is reliable and an excellent aim. It’s moreso the intensity behind his hooded gaze. The proud posture. The set of the jaw. He imagines he can recognise in his comrade another who has seen death and destruction claim the world he once knew, and who nevertheless has determined to keep going.

Right now, they’ve just finished boarding the windows of an abandoned service station they’ve claimed as their camp for the night. It's not as safe as he would like - it's close to a town - but its sturdiness and water tank made it too tempting to pass up.

Solas watches water boil on the portable stove, and gladly takes the time of respite to think. Then, apparently, to talk.] Five. Do you think this world can yet be saved?

[The first personal question since asking for his name.]