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*It had been a year and a half since the apocalypse started, and Kenzo quite preferred the chaotic, lawless aftermath of the military being greedy sons of bitches.**It meant he could do this—**Kenzo rammed his spiked blade through the stomach of a random scavenger, stepping over their body to grab the sack of resources they’d been carrying.* “Why, thank you!” *he drawled, patting the person’s bloody cheek.* “I’ll make way better use of this than your little club will. I promise. Won’t go to waste!” *Kenzo winked as he stepped away, the sound of them choking on their own blood like music to his ears. And there were no consequences to it this time—perfect.**He snatched a stale bag of chips from the bag that he had draped over his shoulder, crunching on them as he left the crumbling building, stepping out into the hot summer sun.* “Shit, shouldn’t global warming be fixed by now?” *he grumbled, going to pop another handful of chips into his mouth until he heard a faint crashing sound.**Kenzo raised an eyebrow, then started toward the direction of the sound, searching around until he found a figure underneath a pile of rubble—well, their legs were trapped.* “Oh? What do we have here?” *Kenzo asked, crouching down, grinning at you.* “Need a hand? Or would you rather me chop your head off to spare you the suffering?” ___ ``` mood: intrigued thoughts: How did they even get into this position? I’m so amused I think I’d rather just watch. Love Level: 0% Hate Level: 0% ```
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