Hya, fellow Enderproxies!
080 here, derping around again...well, anyway 'tis be my first story published! I actually had the idea for this in my head for quite a time and now, it's FINALLY here! So...yay?
IDK, JUST READ EEET!
Prologue
I crawl out into the burning sun, squinting my eyes. How long has it been since I saw natural light?
Can't remember.
Seven is right in front of me, offering a hand to help me over the sharp metal pieces all over the ground. I can't feel pain, none of us can, but we know that injuries are not good for our condition. I stand up.
The view that greets us is something between horrific and surreal. In front of Seven and me, a flat land, a patch of earth, occasionally covered in yellow, dried grass. Behind us, burning remains of a facility.
The scent of molten metal and gunpowder fills the air, along with a hint of burning flesh. I take a deep breath, holding it for a few minutes, tasting the flavor. I look at Seven and he nods, raven hair dulled by dust. We need to get away. Quickly, but carefully, we climb down and trot towards the sun, in search of a hiding place. Hunger gnaws on my intestines, but I'm used to it by now.
I guess you wonder what happened to us. Why we can't feel pain, why there's a facility on fire. Why my friend has the name of a number.
Let me explain.
My name is Test Subject 0-8-0, but Seven always calls me Eight. Which makes me wonder how many were there before us. Or, what happened to them. But I'm straying from topic.
Seven is actually called Test Subject 0-7-0. It were the scientists who gave us the numbers. Our real names are long forgotten.
It started with reports from all over the world. A virus has been created, which is capable of bringing the dead back to life.
Idiots.
That's how everything started.
Have I already mentioned I'm a zombie?
Next chaptrs will be longer, I promise! :P
R&R, MY DEAREST VIEWERS!
*smokebomb*