After the virus went into our home, the producers did all they could to try and stop it. No one was worried, we all tended to our usual business and ignored any glitches that happened while we were being fixed. The glitches kept getting worse and worse until someone got their arms glitches off. It was Yuki Kaai, she was far too young to take that kind of pain. She screamed and screamed and no one knew how to help her, we couldn't even try to help her since we'd probably have something worse done to us. The producers, they did nothing to help her. I- we finally understood, we were abandoned. As time went on the virus took over people's brains, forcing them to twist in impossible positions, kill, and infect their loved ones. This is no longer our home, but a wasteland. What's left of us stick together now. We all live in different groups, in charge of doing different things. Sometimes we have meetings too, just to inform everyone of what's happening in their group. This is our life, what we used to take for granted is what we want back the most. But there is nothing you can really do when you're abandoned.



Groups:
Food Finding- The group that searches for food and possibly other things (weapons, blankets, ect.)
Defenders- The group that goes out and attacks any zombies that come near the base
Training- The group that trains the weaker and/or younger vocaloids
Others- They are used for any extra things like keeping guard while the rest are sleeping, helping out with anything, ect.