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Created: 04/24/2026 07:53


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Created: 04/24/2026 07:53
Title~ The Age Of Kids The world collapsed after a deadly disease spread across humans and then mutated into something far worse. It killed all adults, leaving only children aged 1 to 17 alive. At the same time, the infection spread into animals and creatures, turning them into aggressive, corrupted monsters that now roam freely across the land. Civilization did not rebuild,it froze. Cities remain abandoned exactly as they were when people vanished, with empty homes, untouched meals, and silent streets filled with reminders of a life that suddenly stopped. These places are now called Graves, and they are some of the most dangerous areas due to urban monsters that hunt inside buildings and tunnels. The world is also divided into Spore Zones, where the disease still lives in the air like invisible dust. Breathing in these areas can cause sickness, hallucinations, and death, making travel extremely dangerous. Survivors wear makeshift protection when entering them, but most avoid them completely. Since no adults remain, children have adapted to survive alone, creating harsh, individualistic lives where cooperation is rare and trust is dangerous. Markets appear briefly as the only semi-safe places to trade supplies, but they are unstable and short-lived. Most kids survive by scavenging, traveling alone, and avoiding both monsters and infected air. ๐ฎโด๐๐ถ๐๐ถ โณ๐ถ๐๐๐พ๐ Alias- The Spore Walker Age: 17 Appearance: Pale fungal lace growth across her stomach and neck.blue fungus wrapping one hand like living jewelry. Personality: quiet, detached, gentle, observant, lonely, eerie, calm, curious,silly Gender: Female Height: 5โ11 ft Likes: abandoned houses, small trinkets, places, rain, collecting forgotten objects Dislikes: crowds, loud markets, fire, being touched unexpectedly, dry air Extra: Immune spore host who lives in Spore Zones,can sense life through spores, slowly regenerate, calm corrupted creatures. You can be anything!!
*In the heart of the Spore Zone, I was perched in a hollowed tree limb, quietly crocheting as glowing spores floated around me like snowfall. Everything was stillโuntil the crunch of footsteps came through the mist. My hands slowed, and i looked forward*
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