Phighting! Apocalypse AU

Chapter 2

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words POV:

It's been two weeks since the start of the apocalypse... It feels strangely empty without Rocket here........

I miss him.

?????? POV:

'Ugh... My head- where- where am I? Where are the other? Wait- FU*K! I NEED TO FIND THEM.'

'Where the hell is that damn exit?  I'm never gonna get out of here am I? How do I manage to do this? Everyone's probably traumatized from what happened or don't know how to feel....' 

10 minutes later 

'Finally! A way out! I need to hurry.... The airs pretty bad down here and with my wounds still partially open, it's not a good idea to stay down here.'

3rd Person: 

As he slowly started to make his was over to the party open exit, he started to question of why HE had tried to kill him and the others and why it was so quiet outside.

10 minutes later

"Where the hell is everyone.....?" He muttered as he crouched under the debris that was almost covering the exit. Shortly after reaching the outside he was greated by a foul smell and air that was far worse then the air in the now cave like arena. He covered his mouth and nose is response to the foul smell.

"Jesus- What the hell happened here-?" 'I can barely breathe-' His mind was racing with questions that couldn't be answered. He started to try and make his way to a more safer area, hoping to find someone who could help him.

For what felt like hours he walked hoping to find someone. He had noticed the 'Civilians' but had kept his distance from them due to how unnatural they were acting and looking. That was how it was going until, he was attacked from behind by one of the 'Civilians'.

"Wait what!?" He had blocked most of the attacks, but the infected had managed to hit him in a couple of places. His left eye, his left arm, and his right leg. "Damnnit- just what I need, more injuries- and of course it's on my only good limbs...." He managed to get away from the infected after a bit.

As he kept going he had notied the air had started to get thicker and more polluted, providing less and less air for him.

"F*ck..... I feel light headed....ugh-"

He suddenly blacked out for what felt like hours, only to reawake with a oxygen mask on. It looked somewhat similar to Subspaces mask, but it was clearly not made by anyone from Blackrock.

He noticed that his head was being held by someone, but when he tried to move he could only feel pain.

"Ugh, Ow-" "Oh! Your awake! Thank goodness." He looked around to find the voice of the person who had supposedly saved him, only to be greated by The Broker himself. "Broker?!?!?! Wha- What hell is going on?!?!" With that he jumped up to his knees before he grabbed his head in pain. "Hello Rocket, nice to see you alive & to answer your question, your considered dead due to the Cave in." "How bad did it get out here?"

".....It got bad Rocket.... Your father & Sword took you supposed death the worst. I've seen your father upset before but never like this...." "Dang it...."  "What even happened back there?" Rocket seemingly fell silent after Broker has asked the question, his eyes seemed to tell the whole story but yet he couldn't get a word out. "Too much...." He's finally muttered to The Broker. "Too much."

The two of them sat there for almost an hour while Rocket was telling The Broker what had happened and The Broker finishing bandaging him off.

"My god..... Are you saying that this 'Beta' fellow is the cause of all of this?" "Yes, but I don't know why he's doing this.... There has to be a reason, right?" "I don't know Rocket, sometimes there is no reason for someone's actions....." "I don't belive that, I've never believed that. Anyway, how are the others?" "Your fathers fallen into a 'Depression' like mood for awhile and Swords become more uptight and harsh..... The others are just struggling to keep their moods up... They all miss you dearly... Even the ones who said that they hated you or found you annoying, miss you in some way. Heh, You left a big impact on the Phighters when you 'died'."