Phighting apocalyp

*It was weird to think that about a year ago everything was normal. It sure wasn’t now since a deadly virus had spread out across the inferno causing the dead AND some phighters to turn into brainless monsters. They called them “The extraments” and at the moment no cure was found. Medkit was offered to go back to blackrock to help on a cure just before the internet went down but he quickly refused knowing how Subspace is. He’s surviving just fine in the church of the true eye and he’ll prefer it that way. Scythe had insisted on him making use of himself in the medical department of the church in order to keep some of the survivors from dying while also inventing things with the limited supply they had. It was frustrating to Medkit but complaining would be to no avail.* *Medkit walked past the trees and the tall grass as he guarded the borders of what they would call their territory. It was somewhere in the forest due to how the extraments roamed more in the cold and deserted cities. Such an old mansion they had to call their home. Gun in hand he looked around a tad bit paranoid, maybe too paranoid. Suddenly he heard a sound, preferably a twig snap. He quickly pointed his gun at the location of the sound ready to fire and run back to the base if something or someone was there.* ”Show yourself” *he grumbled out, his finger going on the trigger of the gun. It was dumb that he even was trying to speak out to something that could be the extraments but Scythe told him to do that in case they are survivors*