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When the world went down, a deadly disease that went viral, unstoppable and uncontrollable had devastating over ninety percent of adult’s population, leaving children to fend for themselves... either die trying to survive the harsh environment without the guidance of their parents; well most of them anyway. Whilst the two percentage that weathered through the harsh condition by... adapting and develop what seemed to called ‘supernatural’ powers, as their body; the host fully adapts and bonds with this virus that killed everyone. Many attempts at trying to extract the blood for variety of tests failed to to product an Anti-virus, or some sort of vaccine for those unfortunate, yet still living people.
I’d liked to believed perhaps as generation of children are born, within genetic makeup, maybe there’s a majority of us have skipped one or two generation of immunity system from our foreparents. Leaving them open and vulnerable to this deadly disease. Master Xehanort was a man who broke through such discovery, and theorized it is unlikely the unfortunates cannot inherit this immunity through blood transfusion or artificial means. The white blood cells against this virus is just as fickle as the disease itself, continuing to destroy human race adapting to the environment. What’s left of the government, have formed and went underground, where they are safe from the new... airborne virus. We can only hope, but continuing diligently to find a cure... or face the extinction.
With a long and dragged out sigh, the blond placed his pen down after writing his report. A personal journal whom he kept and documenting of the event since the start to the current timeline, since the apocalypse had hit them. Truthfully speaking, he had been a child back then.. and somehow he’d S u r v i v e d , with little memories of what had happened. Was it a bless of fortune or curse that a man, with a goatee had found him... and guidance him through his footsteps... taking him in as his star pupil. /’I know what you are boy. You best keep your powers to yourself, lest you became a nuisance to me.’/ And shuddering at his cold and callous words, even if the man was the only thing he could remember.
But over the time, he’d met other kids who survived what they all dubbed as ‘doomsday’ or his personal favorite, ‘Gods’ Judgement’, by the worlds, those were stupid; they are adults now, with an immunity system to this deadly virus. Ventus Calemn was known to be the government’s most highly valued Doctor Xehanort’s pupil, which made Ven pretty much high up in the ladder. Even if the other didn’t like him, and calls him a ‘freak’, yes, those with unnatural powers, imbued with the virus in their bodies treated as outcasts and scorned upon by the norm, the infected that is. Others like him, Terra and Aqua with their own special abilities were shunned and mocked. Out of fear and jealousy. By ignoring petty scornful hates, Ven spent much of his time, dedicating to find a cure and stop this rapidly progressing virus from destroying what’s left of humanity. Only stop in his track, flowing white labcoat came to a halt at the commotion around.
“Get ‘im in!” The shouting and yelling of dozens of soldiers.
Ven recognized those soldiers. Special forces to capture the ‘infected’.
“For Christ’s sake, you morons. Can’t you even get him in?!” The captain barking orders, unhappy and pissed off. As his men dragging the infectant in. “If he’s movin’ too much. Give ‘im some more of those shit.” They meant the latest drugs used to suppressed and immobilized the infectant. It worked like a tranquilizer, to completely restrain those people who were having a fit. The blond grew concern... the infectants were just as human, too much of those would caused them to have organ failures. “But sir!” One of the cadets protest and voice out their concerned, “If we give him anymore, he’ll drop like a rock.” The captain seemingly a piercing look, as if to say in his eyes alone, ‘do I look like I care?’ Causing an involuntary shudder down Ven’s spine, it almost looked like Xehanort to him all over again. Even if the man is now in the central facility and Ven was in the West branch. Looking at the pitiful kid, Ven couldn’t bring himself to see them overdozing him to death.
“Don’t administrate too much on the subject,” Cold callous voice his ‘Master’ had taught him. “You wouldn’t want valuable asset to die, would you?” And it was the only way to live around these hostile environment. If it wasn’t for the viruses, it was people. Crooning on like a democracy in a post apocalyptic world was pointless. “The test subject could be a medical break through to a cure, if you kill them, it’ll be on your head.” And Ven had no problem expressing how much he H a t e d to see death, when there were so many already dead. “Take him to my lab now. I won’t permit you to administrate anymore dose to my specimen. Now, go.” Ushering those reluctant soldiers, and their hateful glaring captain away, taking the newly infectant they have captured to his working laboratory.
