Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-37315504-20190714190018/@comment-37629772-20191123120541

(Yeah, nice art)

As the lone human sits on top of the ruined bus and scans the barren, snow filled wasteland that was once the world, he knew there was nothing left. No hope, no faith, no reasons to continue on, nothing. Ever since the Order decided to take extreme measures against the Demon Lord and her people, the whole world had gone to hell. No one escaped the damage, not even the people who launched the bloody nukes in first place could avoid the carnage they had unleashed. The world was first covered in flame, and now an nuclear ice age had taken it's frozen grasp on the whole planet.

He was just about get off the bus and into the city to scavenge for some more spoiled food, but he heard a quiet grunting sound from inside the bus. He peered in a saw a single Hellhound cub, laying there all a lone. She had a pretty nasty slice across her arm and tear drops in her eyes. He stared at her wound for several seconds, not sure what to do with it, before noticing the pair of eyes staring at her.

She jumped before backing further into the her ruined bus seat, showing no hostility, only fear. The man took note of this and tried to make himself as harmless looking as possible. "It's okay..." He said, sounding like a caring father "I'm not gonna hurt you..."

Perhaps he had found a reason to survive afterall.