Nepeta jumped, eager to escape the wrath of the zombies. The one was mutated, it's body muscled and every single last vein and muscle showing as she dived away from it's thick arm. It had knocked down the door and she was nearly shaking in fear. Quickly, she pulled her backpack onto her bag, grabbed her laptop then ran to the edge of the building. Eyes wide, she dived, propelling her body further and further until her strong steel claws dug into the cinderblock building. One claw snapped with a clink and she very nearly lost her balance.

One of the lucky things about this human body was that her troll blood was still infused in the weak body she still inhabited. That was the only reason she'd managed to jump nearly ten metres so that she was perched just below the ledge of the building. Grinning, Nepeta put the laptop in the bag on her back before clambering up the wall.

When she was finally stood on top of the building, Nepeta felt a wave of nausea overcome her as she fought back the urge to wretch. The top of the building was littered with burnt bodies, their rotting bodies all mangled and releasing a stench so thick it burnt her nostrils. But worst of all, some of them were still moving. Crawling about and dragging their bones behind them, enticed by the scent of her own perfume. A scent every live human now wore as their curse.

It was then that she understood, she had to move and run from all this. She was seeking the real haven and her pure determination to find it was what pushed her to get to the floor. Running down the flimsy metallic fireplace. And when her feet touched the pavement, she ran to find an exit from the city.

"Purrfect!" Nepeta gasped as she found a car. Whether it would still work, Nepeta wasn't sure but as she turned the key in the ignition, the engine purred and came to life. With her wide eyes, Nepeta jumped in and locked the doors before zooming away, eager to escape the city of the dead.

Sollux wasn't impressed. No, no way. Hartford, Conneticut was too hot. Every other day had been fine and pretty much overcast but that very day was just too damn hot. He'd taken refuge in a house that was surrounded by an over-sized fence that went around a lake. In other words, the only reason Sollux was still in was because of two small reasons. One, Sollux was the only one intelligent enough to keep the internet alive and functioning. Two, he looked like a human adolescent.

Sollux wasn't overly impressed with the look he'd been given as a human, offending his troll personality. His human look was a geeky eighteen year old with messy blond spikes, straight teeth with four fangs on top and a grin that some girl had called "derpy". Nobody had asked him to take off his red-and-blue glasses yet and he sure as hell wasn't about to take them off. How was he supposed to explain to the humans that he could probably destroy the places entire exterior by opening his eyes and losing control.

"Hey, Sollux, Miss Kate asked me to bring you this."

Sollux turned to look back at Liz, a small human girl with bright blue eyes. She was exceptionally shy and spoke to him only occasionally. After all, he appeared quite rude and offensive to most of the people here considering they'd called him numerous names. Mainly, they all called him a shut-in now.

"Thankth, Lith." Sollux said, his lisp clearly recognizable.

"No problem, Sollux." Liz said, hurrying out of the room and into the endless maze that was the mansion they were hidden in.

Sollux sighed, picking up his mac and opening the lid. Opening up Trollian, Sollux opened his eyes wide to see a message from none other than the Bard of Rage himself. The one with purple blood and had to keep himself doped up on sopor slime to actually retain even a tiny amount of his already dwindling sanity.

TerminallyCapricious began trolling TwinArmageddons at 21:04

TC: HeY mUtHeRfUcKeR, hOw YoU dOiNg In ThIs ShIt-StOrM? :o)

TA: II'm quiite fiine thank2. Why are you talkiing 2 me?

TC: I hAvE fOuNd A mUtHeRfUcKiN' mIrAcLe MaN :o)

TA: II'm not iin the mood for your drugged up humour.

TC: It'S aN eMpTy PrIsOn AnD i ClEaReD iT oF zOmBiEs :o)

TA: IIs iit 2afe 2 keep all of u2 iin?

TC: SuRe BrO. It'S 32 MiLeS sOuTh Of AtLaNtA iN gEoRgIa. :o)

TC: CaN't MuThErFucKiN' mIsS iT. :o)

TA: II'll tell everyone 2 hurry to where you are. II'm trackiing your laptop now.

TC: CoOl BrO. :o)

TC:I'm GoNnA cHeCk ThE pErImEtEr. :o)

TC: ByE. :o(

TerminallyCapricious ceased trolling TwinArmageddons at 21:11.

Aradia was too tired to even attempt focusing anymore. The town she was in was the definition of dead. Literally, there wasn't even a corpse. It was like the zombies had gotten bored and just abandoned the entire town. So, she raided the first house she saw that looked even slightly secure.

By the time she was certain she'd locked the entire place, Aradia was eager to sleep. She changed into a short nightdress in a rusty red to sleep in before conting her supplies. She pulled the backpack onto her bed before looking through the various supplies that had filled the bag. She emptied the contents out onto the bed before checking all of the supplies she'd gathered.
Six cans (four cans of tomato soup, one can of 'SPAM' and one can of tinned peaches)
One wakizashi (a japanese sword that's shorter than a katana)
A map
Spare shoes and clothes
A satellite phone
Some rope
Leather fingerless gloves

Yawning in content happiness over her supplies, Aradia allowed her head to sink into the pillow she was rested on. In fact, she was certain she'd have fallen asleep right there and then if she hadn't heard a tiny meow from the closet.

Struggling to understand how a kitten could've survived after two months in a closet. So, as silently as she could, Aradia wandered over to the wardrobe and opened the door. It squeaked quietly on it's slightly rusted hinges.

Aradia turned and wretched at both the sight and smell. The kitten inside was far from alive, it's body little more than flesh, bone and occasional tufts of fur. It had clearly starved to death and now just the image of it sickened her. The thing was no harm, it couldn't move a step but the look of it trying to made Aradia sick to her stomach. The way it's outreched claws batted and scratched the wood whilst it tried to reach her. The sight was disgusting and she slammed the door of the wardrobe.

So, Aradia remembered she had one thing to tell everyone.

It wasn't just humans who could get infected...