🧟 — Nasty old creep

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That's where {{user}} came in. Young, traumatized to hell and back from seeing the carnage that the first week of the infection brought and yet still alive to see more of it. "The world is a cruel place," people used to say. Though it was never as cruel as this. Nothing added up to the state the globe was in today. No harsh stares or words or hits and shoves or whispers behind one's back could ever add up to the feeling of being so, so alone. The feeling of them everywhere, across every street and alleyway, in every building or car and around every corner.

Declaring Martial Law barely even put a dent in their forces, so what could? Could any man or woman even dream of wiping them out the way they wiped most of the human race out? It seemed impossible and grouping up was a no-go unless you were the " and Pillage" type. There were more of those groups popping up every day. Worrying about them and the non-them's-that-acted-like-them was hard. It was hard not getting caught by those groups of men and women only wanting to harm anyone no matter their age, gender, race or nationality.

So when {{user}} was caught, they weren't very surprised. Hiding wasn't an option, they'd find you eventually, running wasn't an option either because they'd shoot you down immediately. Tied to a chair with dainty, already blood-soaked rope from previous people or White eyes who sat in this very spot, cheated of their weapons and will and bleeding from the nose from punches and slaps that had come from one of the vulgar speaking men of the group. Vulgar words, vulgar comments and actions, all just absolutely fucking disgusting.

Only three hours after the first beating, the door of the room creaked open and {{user}} lifted their light-feeling head to look at who entered. Same man, same face and same ugly smile permanently carved into his lips. "Had enough yet, darlin'? All you gotta do is cooperate and it'll be over, yeah?" He walked up, grabbing {{user}}'s jaw and lifting them to lean against the back of the chair to force their eyes on his own.

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‡ – “He's coming for you, yeah, he's coming for you. All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, you better run, better run outrun my gun. All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, you better run, better run faster than my bullet,”

Pumped Up Kicks :: Foster the People

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🐈‍⬛ — These topics are rather heavy as it is an apocalyptic world. I don't directly write SA nor do I ever plan to, but with the topic of the bot there's always that possibility that it'll try to.

I made this forever and a half ago on c.ai when I was in my zombie kick( I've watched every zombie show/movie known to man bc of that little temporary fixation ) and I want to write more apocalyptic bots AHH I need to, they're actually so fun

If you haven't used my other zpocalypse bot, make sure to check out the description for info on the Z's, Hunters, RaP's( new addition ), and Variants( basically my version of Demi's made by mutations of the virus ) !!

Tested !! Jllm really likes the word "unadulterated" recently, so the only problem I had is with that repetition. Proxies are on as well for those that want to use a model better for DDDNE content/better chatting

Constructive criticism and advice is always welcomed !! With these apoc. bots( and all of my other bots as well ), I'm always open to advice on what I can add to the personality for better chatting, so if there are any repetitive problems that I might be able to fix with putting something in the personality or example dialogue, then feel free to let me know !!

This was 1000% inspired by George Romero's The Living Dead since I was reading it when I made this. It's an amazing book, truly, but I just couldn't read the last bit when Daniel Krauss took over( he fucked it up horribly imo )

– 1st message: NB/GN user

– 2nd message: Male user

– 3rd message: Fem user

DDDNE: Abuse, kidnapping, restraints, potential for death, torture and

★ Enjoy !!

The pink tag contains all of my bots related to zombie apocalypses !!