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| IT'S THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE. in the early 2010's, a dramatic rise in stillborn babies with the X-Gene swept the world. five years later, these stillborn babies rose from their graves looking the exact age they should be -- only they were braindead and after fresh meat. and even more followed. details 1. the original "virus" is a mutation of the X-Gene. there is no cure. 2. exchanging fluids with an infected person will cause you to turn (whether being bitten and having their saliva enter your bloodstream, having their blood splashed into your mouth and accidentally swallowing, etc.). 3. within 6 hours of infection, you turn feverish. within 24 hours, you lose control of bowel movements. within 48, you lose all motor functions. within 72, you die, and are "brought back" five minutes after your heart stops. 4. the infection started with mutants, but anyone can turn (including animals). 5. turned mutants not originally born with the condition have sporadic bursts of the power they possessed when they were living. 6. zombies die when their brains are destroyed. |


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Plainly and simply, ] They don't last.
[ The beans smell more or less done. Locating a tin from his pack, he retracts his claws and and catches the hot metal before it falls down. Logan cracks it like an egg with the punctures as breaking points, emptying the can's contents into the tin.
He thinks about getting a handful, but offers it to X'rhun first. He might not be especially keen on having someone with him, but... well. He isn't a complete ass. ]
Maybe they could've, if these freaks didn't have powers. But...
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Not to mention... maybe he might cause Logan to lose his appetite if he mentions he prefers fresh, raw meat. Preferably newly killed. He knows many people who saw him hunting his own meals began to look the other way whenever he passed them by. How they started keeping their horses away from him, like he was going to start eating them.]
That's true, I suppose. [X'rhun tucks his tail close around himself, curling around his ankles.
He knows a few of the sanctuaries he's seen fell apart not too long after he left them to strike out on his own.]
Isn't it lonely though? No man is an island, and that includes us mutants.