It has been only two months since the outbreak, yet Eddy is a veteran of his war on the virus. It had drastically altered him, making him seem like he only liked to wear only his black jacket, his blue jeans and a pair of combat boots he had bought at an army surplus store to make him look tough. Honestly, he doesn't know who he actually is anymore. The virus had changed him into something he had honestly hated. As he once more a fun loving, money grabbing con artist with a penchant for getting into small fights that ended up with him in juvie for five days. That had changed since he evolved, or so they say, as he became a dark, angry revenge seeking sociopath. He had recently thought he was turning emo. As he sat on top of the tallest building in the city of Peach Creek, he watched as he tossed a pebble he had found on the ground, fall into the dark streets that was once the inner city.
"Damn civilians. They look like they shouldn't be out at this time of night." Says Eddy.
As he sat up from his perch, he began to lean forward. A sudden feeling of euphoria and calmness flowed through him, he closed his eyes and felt the wind rush through his shoulder long hair, and he finally dropped from the one hundredth floor. As he contemplated if he was flying or committing suicide, he reached the ground. As he slammed into the sidewalk, he looked up and saw his objective. It was his own house. He began to run as fast as he could, reaching speeds of one hundred miles an hour. He made it there in no time, and knocked on his door.
Out from the darkness of the neighboring room, a figure stood up and opened up. As he opened the door, it was none other than Double D, his pale skin and puffy eyes beginning off the sun.
"Hey, Eddy. I was expecting you…"