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Futuristic The World's End

He ignored his surroundings, looking almost insane. Staring into the polished bronze metal, that encased the bullet. He promised himself he'd never break. Yet here he was, teetering on the edge of an abyss called madness. Sometimes, too far down the rabbit hole, a darker wonderland could be seen. It was only a matter of time before he was shot, ripped apart, committed suicide or became infected.


Only time would tell.
 
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Ezika was about to get up, when hostile birds swooped down next to her. She sat up and they flew off. A 6 or so year old kid was flipping a few buildings away, she flew over to him. "Heya kid!"
 
Ash made it to the top of the building, and onto the roof. Luckily for her it was clear of hostiles, giving her a good view of her surroundings. She looked out for anyone or anything.
 
(Who me?) @GoldenCharizard4


 
(I'm going to assume so.) As Ash was checking her surroundings, she heard the help of a child. This caught her attention. Thoughts raced through her head, wondering what was happening. Was the kid being attacked? Or did he hurt himself? Ash decided to investigate where it was. It took her a few to get down the building, and she walked out onto the streets, heading towards the noise.
 
As Ash kept coming near the noise, a young kid and what seemed to be his mother came into sight. She sighed I relief, seeing that the kid was unharmed.


 
@GoldenCharizard4
 
Katherine climbed back onto the roof in her cat form, a cover in her mouth. She dropped it down and turned into her human form, her cat ears and tail still there. "I brought fire stuff to kill them." She announced.
 
He loaded the pistol and span the chamber. Squeezing his eyes shut. His breath shuddered with each exhale, steadying the gun to his temple. Yet he couldn't pull the trigger. No. No it was impossible. The once philosopher stood up and threw the gun awry. Each step he took was toward the stairs. Eventually finding his way to the roof of the old abandoned shop. The slate roof tiles creaked under foot, a breeze nudging his hair as he stood at the top of the building.


He put one foot over the edge, and let it carry him forward. Sailing down to the pavement below. The wind whipping his hair back. He flew! He was...He was free.


Falling.


Falling.


Snap.


His body smacking into the pavement with a dull thud. His lips were pulled into a smile. His camera clutched to his chest. A halo of blood emitting from around his head.


It really did drive him to madness after all.
 
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