A google+ update pops up on your screen. Setting down your mug filled with a murky dark liquid, you click on it. It reads-

'Hashtags; #Littlebigthree #DeathBoy, #SeaweedBrain, #Sparky, #omfgthey'resocute, #aaargh, #zombieapocalypse, #videogame, #myfeels'

[ultraPhangirl: Did you guys see this? Asdfjkl… This is so cool, like I can't even- oh just check it out. You know, the #Littlebigthree all did separate playthroughs of the game? IT'S SO FREAKIN' AWESOME XDXD]'

Glancing at the hashtags for a moment, you smile, and then scroll the page downwards.

'[Oh, by the way, the download link is below owo]'

Of course, your cursor heads towards the link, and a few moments later, when you return with a new cup of water, there's the loading screen on your computer, you settle down and wait.

Loading game…

The title screen on the computer pops up, a blocky, metallic font filling the scene. The title reads; 'Extermination: the After'. It's a pretty typical title for an apocalypse game, and the background filled with burning city ruins is certainly helping with the mood. Your fingers automatically click the begin button. There's a demand for you to choose a character. You look over at their profiles.

Perry Johnson- age twenty two, male, quite loyal and light hearted. His main power is water. You smirk at that revelation. Certainly, that fits.

Then come Jace Gregor- twenty, male, a natural leader and a rule- follower. His main power is listed as air and lightning. Hmm, quite on the spot too.

Nichole Di Aaron. Eighteen... so they'd decided to keep his Italian origin. Well, they mustn't have had much choice, seeing that he had a mixed accent. A whisperer of the zombies, main power being shadows. Nice outfit, you think when you note the overall black theme.

Riley Elizabeth Summers. The biggest change in name so far, you notice, but this is a game after all. Gifted with precognitions and telepathic abilities.

You ponder for a moment, and then you decide to go with Rachel. That's before you notice a couple 'hidden' characters. Frowning, you direct your cursor. A red, tiny notice reads- 'hidden until full play with a random character'. You wonder who they are, since there was no mention of this before. You then choose Riley's character; it looks quite interesting.

The screen blacks out. The game's starting.

Riley Elizabeth Summers woke up in the morning of September seventeenth, with an aching back and a splattered apron strew across her back. She shook it off, and propped herself upwards.

Yawning, she looked around her.

A large, well furnished room with expensive, intricate objects looked normal enough. The paint sprayed walls and the half dyed draperies wasn't. Riley didn't really care if her room looked messy- she liked it that way. Her parents were waay too pumped for their own good. Riley rolled her eyes and rolled out of her bed. Great. They were going to go to get her things for school today.

She clutched at the edges of her bed sheets. She did not want to get ready for boarding school. Like, at all. A Ladies' academy? Seriously?

Riley pulled off her apron and ran her fingers through her wild scarlet mane. A few strands stuck to her fingers, and she pulled off the tangled mess. She hated it when that happened.

A blue hairbrush apparently had decided to stick in her hair, she noticed as she brushed her teeth. Riley groaned as she noticed the time. Her mother would be screaming at her in a few minutes. She pulls on a loose pair of worn jeans and a tie dyed T-shirt. Frowning, she inspects it once. It seems like it used to be a Nike one. She shrugs.

It's not like she cares.

After a few seconds, she winces at the sound that shrieks from downstairs.

"Riley Elizabeth Summers, come down this instant!"

Riley grumbled, standing up. Her canvas bag is filled with a few cans of spray paint and some knick nacks. She should probably get going.

The red head looked back at her artist's room, and smiles a bit. "I'll be back in a couple hours." She mutters.

Oh, how that was horribly wrong.

I looked up at the mall ceiling. It seemed to stretch out on, and on, and on, with an endless walkway filled with chattering people. Scrunching my face, I followed my dad into the crowd. He was wearing a neatly fitted suit, and he seemed to be more interested in his tablet than his daughter. Cheers.

I looked into my bag. There's an assortment of spray cans, a small sketchpad and a few color pencils. I rummage around, taking out a small charcoal piece. As I rubbed it onto my paper, my father glanced at me.

"Riley," he said in a stern tone. I wanted to ignore him. Go and do your work already.

But I didn't. I shot him a sideways glance, and I decide to keep on sketching. The crowd is a beautiful assortment of colors and identities against the bland, grey, black, and white of the building.

It's all the beauty in the world that keeps me going, I think.

The Big Problem happened when I was coloring in a strawberry blonde mane of hair. (Yeah, oddly specific memory, but it just happened to be the most imprinting memory in my life. It kind of stuck.)

A scream rang out throughout the mall, and suddenly, I saw it- a man chewing off the hand of a fainted teenager.

Of course, I did the logical thing.

I ran.

GUYS I'M SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING IN FOREVER

I PRMISE I'LL TRY TO UPDATE REGULARLY NOW! I JUST HAD A BRIEF PROBLEM IN LIFE XD

Yea, sorry for the caps lock I'm just really sorry :P