100 years ago, there was a war. A terrible war between England and Germany. It was over something silly, like oil or power or something else... I think it was called the fourth world war or something... Anyway, our side developed the these awful things. The bloodlusts, who would kill brutally at night, the mutants, that looked completely innocent and could kill people even if it was dead (enemy soldiers could cook it, thinking it is an edible animal) and the disguised poison berries. All lethal. All used. And all still around. In the war less vicious versions were taken to Germany to be used. But people had been making more in the labs. Each one deadlier than the last. One day, the security systems malfunctioned. They all escaped. They immediately went into the forest, following the basic animal instincts buried deep inside their once normal and innocent brain. The plants managed to spread their seeds too. Thank god lab #13 didn't break open. That one had a backup security system, as if the things inside got out, they could probably cause the apocalypse. Nobody knows exactly what is inside it. some think a massive nuclear bomb. Others think a destructive virus capable of wiping out the whole planet. Whatever it is, I don't want to know. Lab #13 is far away from here. I'm not sure where exactly, as nobody is really sure what certain places are called anymore. I think lab #13 is probably somewhere in the countryside. I meanwhile, live in a village on the outskirts of new London. Central London is a very grand place, but I have never been there. Only the richest and grandest reside in new London. If they are rich and grand enough they will go abroad. But few are lucky enough to do so. Most people live in these awful, monster infested villages. New London has never had these awful creatures roaming the streets at night. They are safe, so safe. Meanwhile all around their town children and adults alike are killed every day. To the people of new London, us pheasants are easily disposable. They don't care about us. They don't even try to stop the killings. I wonder what they would do if they got a taste of their own medicine?
Oh god there are also supah megah deadly things locked up far away in the countryside... So no more picnics!
Hey, I asked a question earlier but only 3 people answered, so I shall ask again. Who do you prefer: Arthur or Lucas?