16TH ♫ | carbon my body a billion years of time

[torya]

THE POST-APOCALYPTIC MEME HOW TO PLAY - comment in the subject line with your character's name and canon. - state any preferences you might have. - choose a scenario or use the number generator. - have fun! SCENARIOS 1. Alien Invasion ▸ Aliens have taken over the earth. 2. Climate Change ▸ The climate of our planet has shifted suddenly. 3. Cybernetic Revolt ▸ Technology has turned against us. 4. Impact Event ▸ A meteor struck the Earth. 5. Nuclear Warfare ▸ They dropped the big one. Enjoy that fallout. 6. Pandemic ▸ A disease is threatening to wipe out human life on earth. 7. Resource Depletion ▸ There are no longer enough resources to support life. 8. Zombie Apocalypse ▸ A classic, zombies have invaded and destroyed everything. 9. Other ▸ Combine several scenarios or come up with your own! (x)

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Mukuro Ikusaba | Dangan Ronpa

[disappointment]

[spoiler warning for DR1! murders things and survives in harsh environments for a living and also for funsies, this is nothing. assumed cr is fine and probably a good way to do things because Mukuro trusts no one and isn't sure how to solve her problems in ways that aren't killing things]

some sort of zombie aftermath idk

[korekara]

[ It's 9:30am on a Tuesday morning and according to Honoka's makeshift schedule that she has pinned up in her little safe room, that means it's time to go for a jog. As much as she'd love to, she doesn't dare leave the safety of the mall and it's only when she's feeling particularly brave that she goes down to the lower floors. She was on her own now and that meant she'd had to come up with her own ways of living, her own rules, no matter how silly those rules were. The second floor of the mall was Hers so it was Safe -- but the entrance was on the bottom floor and Honoka had no idea who or what was going to come through that door at any given time. So she stayed away from it. Upstairs was safe, upstairs are hers. Simple.

She's not sure how long she's been staying here in the mall, but it's long enough that she starts setting up her little running track mostly on autopilot. The start and finishing lines are just flags plopped into buckets from the gardening store on this floor, set far enough apart to serve as an acceptable track. She's done this often enough that once she's done setting up, once she starts stretching and jogging, her mind starts to wander.

No one Honoka remembered had called them zombies but that's what they'd been. The radio had called them 'infected', 'diseased' but Honoka had seen enough horror movies to know exactly what they were. She didn't know where they'd come from or what had made them like that but she knew enough to be scared. She knew enough to run and hide when chaos descended and she'd lost contact with her parents and all she'd had left was her friends.

They'd been apart when it all happened and it had only been through co-ordination over emails and phone calls that they'd made a plan. They were going to go to the mall and meet up there, barricade themselves in and survive.

Honoka was the only one who'd made it. As far as she could tell.

The mall would probably have been bustling with people at some point or another but with the sickness spreading, she wonders sometimes if this mall was empty because they'd all left to find fresh meat. The thought makes her a little queasy but she thinks it's plausible. After all, the last she'd heard before the radio had buzzed out made it seem like the ones that were sick were starting to die off -- lack of food, lack of something and then she'd stopped getting a signal and with that, any news.

That was the last hints she'd had of the outside world in about two weeks. Since then it's just been herself. Herself and her schedule. Honoka Kousaka, an empty mall and her schedule to keep her from going utterly screamingly insane. ]