"Over here! We found another one!"

Voices. Distant but drawing closer. Something dripped on her forehead. Water?

Light shone above her. Her body ached, head throbbed with pain. She opened her eyes, saw the debris and rubble surrounding her.

Someone stood above her. They reached for her. More voices as she felt herself being lifted, her vision spun, and Kammy slipped back into darkness.

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When she woke next, it was to a comfort of white sheets and a soft pillow. People in white coats walked past, moving to attend to other patients. Above her was the clothed roof of a portable tent. In her hazy mind she figured it was set up to help with the many injured people.

More voices, the noise turning to a faint buzz. She still felt so tired...

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It was a few days before Kammy had recovered enough to leave her bed. Then it was a task of finding out what had happened, and more importantly, where her other university comrades are and if they made it out alright. The people in white coats gave her little information, but enough to get a idea of what had transpired.

The last seven days were a blank in her mind. A result of 'massive group induced amnesia, caused by some unexplained phenomenon' was the reason given to her by the 'white coats', her name gvien to the people who saved her. Upon asking them to tell her what happened, and where her friends were, they either pretended they were busy or refused outright, nor did they give her any details about the virus or zombies, just that the initial threat was contained and they were dealing with it.

As for her friends, she soon learned the truth. Some had made it, some had not.

A few more days passed. She had plenty of time now to come to terms with reality, to grieve for who was lost and be thankful for those who still lived. The zombie apocalypse was over, but that left her the very important question of what to do now. One didn't just go back to normal life after dodging death for a month. Plus The university was trashed, as was most of the city. She didn't know if her family was still alive or where they would be. In short she had nowhere to go.

If anything was clear to her, it was the white coats had all the answers.

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It became obvious most people couldn't go back to a normal life, not with the city in ruins and their lives destroyed. The hunters knew this, and had came up with a solution. They were all taken in by the mysterious faction known as Deus Ex Machina. Given a home, a purpose, some meaning back in their lives.
It was a whirlwind of change for Kammy. To be taken in by this organization she had never heard of. Information was thrown her way, more then she could absorb in such a short amount of time. She wondered if she had made the right decision. But then, had there been any other option?

She stood there, waiting her turn as a hunter gave out small bags filled with supplies, then pointed them towards the cabins. Everyone looked as confused as she did. Unsure, a little frightened even. It was hard to rid yourself of that unease. That you were never truly safe. Some were skeptic of this shadowy place. No one had heard of Deus Ex. Maybe they were part of some cult now, ready to be told to worship some new god or culled at a moment's notice.

Each person had their own opinion, their own version of events, tragedies, suspicions. She kept quiet, gravitating towards the small groups who formed and spoke in hushed whispers, listening for any vital tidbits of information. She was used to the small scale closeness of the university, not the large mish match of people who now resided here on this 'hunter base' . The hunters for their part did a good job of keeping the peace. giving instructions. They told them not what they wanted to know but what they needed to. Everyone was a hunter now, and their job was to protect the base from the unseen evils, the few zombies that remained. No one wanted to hear those words, but they were assured the delta base was safe.

Kammy was so overwhelmed, listening to another coated hunter explain how runic weapons worked. She kept hearing that word repeated, and so far it was the only thing that stuck in her head. Runic weapons, runic hunters. That was their official title.

The last thing they were given was the weapons themselves. At least they could choose which ones. She picked a long chain thing, it reminded her of the net she had used to trap that zombie at the uni.

And that was it. She went to her cabin. This was her new normal.