The world had gone to hell in a hand basket in just a year. It had started out as a new sickness that ended up mutating once the scientists tried to fight it back with antibiotics. Some countries had been hit harder then others, the more dense the population of the area the faster it spread across people. Aiden had been one of the lucky ones. He had been away from the cities when it first hit and had stayed away when news of the first wave reached him. Currently he was in the Sahara Desert, sitting in a little oasis that was far away from any zombies.
He looked up at the night sky and toasted his bottle towards the moon. "To the end of the world." He slurred out then took another chug of his drink. By this point he couldn't even remember what it was that he was drinking exactly and the taste didn't register. He had started to drink a few hours ago in remembrance to those he lost, the life he lost, and for those who were like him and had to work to survive in this new world.
The bottle was empty soon enough and he just sat there staring at the sky for a while before he heard his name being called. The drunken man tilted his head so he could see one of his fellow survivors, as well as his friend, coming over to him. "Come on, it's time for you to turn in, you had enough." Souji said and held out his hand to pull Aiden up. Once drunken nod later, some help getting up, and Aiden was stumbling off to his tent.
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16. Zombies
14. Sahara Desert
19. Drunk