How cute~~

Mama Fuboo! *hugs* I love you mama you're the best!

-Squeak - I love you too anon!

If you are awake right now, what time is it there and what are you thinking about?

Aaaw

-Hey, Blastic reblogged your arts.

First Chapter

You know the Finnish artist Blasticheart? And his comics virus? Great. Let me tell you then distorted version of the story. This story is about a girl who, like Anthony, but much earlier, got in Hunter's house. One day she ran away from his friend ... infect friend ... Far she saw the house, but she knew that the power to reach, is not enough. The girl screamed as she could, and ran about ten meters, fell to the ground. When her mind slowly beginning to fade, and the "sixth sense", she felt that one almost ran to her, the girl saw from behind the fence ran a funny guy with a long pigtail. Then it swallowed up the darkness ... Hunter was collecting things that remained after the girl he loved, when there was a cry from outside. "Survivor..?" - he thought, turning towards the window. Shouted the child. Girl. The guy could not leave the child to die, this immediately rushed into the street. And indeed ... In a couple of tens of meters on the ground lay a girl of about thirteen or fourteen. It seems, she was exhausted and could not run further. After it ran the guy's probably a little older than the girl. Half of his body was wrapped in some plants, the skin on his face climbed off in some places, and began to can be seen teeth, eyes black, and the nails on the hands and feet have turned into claws sharp. These claws he would have ripped the girl's back, which Hunter did not want to admit, and therefore rushed at the boy. Instantly manifested virus formed something like an ax, Hunter cut off the boy's hand. He screamed and ran away. What is he skittish, any other would begin to fight. Okay, this is not important now. Hunter walked over to the girl, looked her in the the presence of bites or some symptoms of the virus, but there was nothing. Only a few wounds on his shoulder, apparently left the boy, and abrasions on her cheek, her hands and knees. Sighing, the guy picked up a stranger in his arms and carried her into the house. I opened my eyes. It was dark, but from slits in the curtains, the light was falling on the floor. I wonder how long I was asleep? The whole body is hurt, complaining about an unusually long and fast run. Especially hurt the legs. I turned to the other side. The room in which I was, was quite comfortable furnishings. In a small space fit wardrobe, bookshelves, a small window was covered up by dark curtains on the floor stretched a carpet of blue on it two soft pastel blue chairs, one of which sat a guy who saved me. He noticed that I woke up and took some clothes from the armrest, walked up to me. -How do you feel? - He asked, putting clothes on my knees. His voice was pleasant, at least - I like it. -Fine, - my voice is hoarse. Throat immediately unpleasant prickled. -Here, - The guy took a bedside table a glass of water and handed it to me. - Drink this. I nodded in gratitude, took the glass and greedily drank all the content. Damn, how much I slept, his throat so dry that?! However, it became better. -What is your name? -Ember, - I whispered, but I thought that it was too quiet. - Ember Sommers. And…You? -Hunter, - The guy put the glass back on the bedside table. - Who was that guy? -Which Guy? -Which chased after you - he tensed. Perhaps amnesia - a sign of a virus that now captures the Earth. Ah ... This is Mike. He was my friend, when I was seven years old. Well, it was before that of incident ... He bit one of the creatures, and he came to us, thinking that my mother will be able to cure him. She's a pharmacist ... But her "medicine" only accelerated the process development of the virus. Because of this, Mike has become even more aggressive. I distracted Mike in order to mother could take Fred and escape. But I have not calculated my ability... I touched left shoulder and flinched. It was bandaged. I looked at bandages. -It is he? - Hunter asked, nodding at the bandages. -Mhm. -Okay... Do you want to eat? - The guy smiled and got out of bed.

-Do not be refused - I smiled. He left, quietly closing the door. It's nice to talk with him. I hope we will become friends. I got dressed, I got up and went to the window ,gently pushed the curtain. Sighed. It is virtually a forest house, and that I was very pleased - he surrounded by a fence with barbed wire. From below began to be heard different sounds: the sound of a knife on a cutting board, noise oil in a frying pan, crockery strumming ... I immediately remembered a time when Mike and I were playing in my room, and the apocalypse was just a bad dream. Then I liked to listen to of household noise. The smile disappeared from my face. I went down the stairs and looked to right: Hunter standing near the stove and fry something, a little left on the table board with cabbage, knife, probably out of habit stuck in the wood. Coming to the table and took out a knife from the board, I started to cut the cabbage. -Thank you - all of a sudden the guy said. -For what? - Frankly I was surprised, but not was distracted off the case. -For Help. -Ah, - I shrugged. - The usual thing. -Frequently Cook? -This is my job. When I was fourteen, I got a job in a small snack bar chef assistant. -Oh, and when I was fourteen, so it was impossible. Only eighteen. -And how old are you? -Nineteen soon, - he said, turning the meat. -Oo, - I smiled. - I also was born on the twenty-eighth of November. -Excellent. If we shall live, we will celebrate together - Hunter joked. -Ha ha funny - but then whispered. - Not funny. When all the food was ready, and at the round table were plates with mugs, we sat at each other and began to eat. The guy was surprised when I noticed that I do not eat meat. -Our Family were vegetarians - explained then I smiled sadly. -Hunter - I called him, watching from the couch as he sharpens his ax and knives. -Hmm? - He is not distracted from work. -Teach me to fight? - But now he looked up from his ax and looked up at me. - What? If I'm a girl - I can not defend themselves? -Hmm... - he looked at his left hand, which had a scar on the entire his palm. - Okay. Tomorrow morning we practice in the backyard. What time do you usually wake up? -I recent times almost do not sleep - I gasped, remembering my nightmares. -Tell me? -Well... To be continued~

Oh God! Blastic turn Danny back! We still need you alive!

I am writing fanfic for favorite comics - Virus. Its drew my favorite artist - Blasticheart. I'm from Russia, and, of course, write on Russian. But I will translate it for those who might be reading this. Blasti, I hope, you read this fic.