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Was there traps or was it safe? It sounds too easy if it's deserted. They'd never let me do this. E98 thought as he looked at the interior of the outpost. A mural said, "Aeons away Fate will come on Judgement Day to judge us all in our lives." "A shrine to Fate?" He whispered. "This is unreal. Can't say what I saw though!"

E98 used to have flashbacks of his memories when he fell asleep or visions of the future. He thought himself as a dangerous threat to others if there were any other survivors out there who could help him. Fate hadn't shown him the way he wanted so why try? E98 grabbed the shimmering knife out of his pocket. It gave him comfort. It made him feel... safe a feeling he rarely felt in this tragic universe of nothingness.

Using it as a torch, he slowly moved throughout the outpost looking for the hidden shruiken stack. If he could find it and enchant it with the Boomerang Effect, his aim would be greatly enhanced. E98 had decided to stick to the shadows. Being part robot it was a normal thing to do. It was built into his systems, his heart.

But the memories, the past trauma as he looked at the murals dedicated to Fate seemed to come back. It seemed to remind him that he wasn't... perfect. He was a mistake. E98 was a lost anomaly and his father had shown him from Argentina to the wrong universe in an unfamiliar place. The only person who really had E98's back was Fate and even Fate seemed to be slipping away.

Stashed in a hidden corner, he saw the stack and grabbed it. Clicking his sensor quickly, he turned invisible overwhelmed by emotions. He enchanted the shruiken and stored them in his storage compartment. "Forevermore I will fight for everything in this world! Be it not but dear father I hope I have done you proud."

"Thanks for everything Fate for guiding me every day. When I slip away, you hold me up. My sense of being will improve if it hadn't been for you. My purpose has been found. A mere 15 minute vision but yet you spoke. A booming voice that was oh so clear. I see you now. Your messages, your kindness shown in life. You are perfect but together we shape everything Fate. I am The Last Ronin to you. The one that sees you for who you are and without me you fade. We must rely on each other!" E98 sat down overwhelmed for talking in the silent stone corridor.

Then the walls crumbled, roars could be heard. Scratching claws on the cold stone. Zombies! They were back and out for revenge! Their grunts were loud like a train coming into a station, a lion roaring. E98 prepared his blaster but knew it was too late. There were over 450 zombies coming for him and he had 2 options: Go nuclear and risk destroying his body or run.

He didn't like the chances but went with the simplest option: Running. Hurtling the 7ft fence, he out maneuvered them all. He barely managed to get out. "Thank Fate." He whispered and sat down in his shelter. "Let help be on its way!"

He was ready as he approached the forest. His sensor had told him an abandoned outpost was here or the remnants of one. E98 had been trained in pillaging by his father. A memorable skill, he thought. Surely Fate doesn't think negatively of me for this.

E98 knew that Fate knew everything about him. It had said so in the visions he had over the past 3 days. No secrets be told Fate had told him that and it had stuck like glue. Crouching in the low undergrowth, E98 prepared his blaster for zombies. He knew the chilling sensation that there was one behind him and it was there now.

The zombie was clawing at the earth in a frantic manner. Not even caring for the undead, E98 shot it in the head killing it instantly. "Will there be more?" He said to himself. "There may be." He sat down in the bush, indecisive about everything.

His life, his parents, his upbringing for being half robot. His complicated emotions which is why he stayed away from people as he thought he was a danger to them. E98 knew that he would probably never really understand how his emotions worked or what caused them. He just wanted help and Fate didn't seem to guide him.

Had it all been for nothing? Or was everything at risk? Looking at the outpost, he broke cover and grabbed his nunchucks hurtling the fence easily to see what lay inside...

He had fell asleep that night. His motors whirring, calming him so he could think. Then the visions came. E98 thrashed like a wild thing trying to fight an unknown enemy. He couldn't stop this... this possession of his body. Then his eyes whirled back in his head and his lights turned off and he shut down.

In his vision, a nightmare of bleak blacks and whites, was the world that he had arrived in. From Argentina in a mail pipe to the wrong universe. His ADHD was loading his head with unneeded thoughts. "Stop it!" He screamed into the emptiness below him. E98 was... floating.

"This is a vision of the future. Fate has answered me in a good way with the bad intentions that could ruin this world if I don't wipe the zombies. They will keep on coming! I have the power to find my purpose if I try. I just have to believe!" Making a fist and putting it across his heart, E98 looked up at the glowing clouds filled with zombies and activated his blaster.

He gritted his teeth, his black hair sparking, his red eye glowing his body whirring like a circuit. "I can do this!" He screamed with a newfound confidence. He aimed the blaster to the right of the Holy light of Fate and E98 shot true. E98 was overwhelmed from using some much energy in one blast, he felt like his engines had overheated. And that was never a good sign.

"Come now E98. I am waiting for the reckoning which will decide this world's fate and yours. You have been the only one to heed the call of my name. The only one which I can hear. When you beg, I bring you hope E98. In small ways but I have lost power due to the apocalypse. I cannot bring survivors to save you. I am not what I used to be." A booming voice from the clouds said which sounded like engines clicking against each other in E98's ears.

"I don't have long. I will be pulled away!" E98 replied. "You sent this warning to me to help me make sense of this world and to prove that you were real..." His voiced cracked emotionally. "Thank you." He was then pulled out of the lucid sensation, a dream of the last 15 minutes that could decide the future. Grabbing his nunchucks and preparing his battle arsenal, you could literally read his thoughts. They said "I am ready."

Should I wait or should I go out? He thought as he let his brain take control. I am simply hopeless but emotion... E98 was insecure at times and couldn't bring himself to make a decision. "What am I Fate with this unfound purpose? What is my power? How can I bring myself to survive this treacherous world?" He screamed into the emptiness beyond.

E98 had scoured the area for threats and eliminated all of them. Rage, a powerful stance had overcome him in these times. E98 was desperate when blinded. He didn't know whether to trust Fate anymore. Putting his arm down to rest, he made a decision. "I must wait, rage will be no good. But Fate why haven't you sent help?" He questioned the sky.

"Nothing seems to matter to you Fate but I have been... working hard for a life I chose to work for. Surviving to the very last day. You seem to push me for nothing. No reward. Am I a burden to you Fate or aren't you there?" He shouted, blinking back tears. "Prove to me if you can help me... survive this treacherous world. A place of has-beens and zombies. Bring me help!" Banging his fist against his heart he finished his query quietly. "Please Fate? Thank you and let you guide me for eternity. Amen!"

He sat back down overwhelmed by his speech. Did I act on an impulse? I am so stupid. He thought but E98 had decided to put his trust in Fate and see where it wpuld lead him...

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His back against the wall and his engines dry, E98 could barely stand up. Looking at his hands while shaking, he slowly took a step. "If I don't find oil, I die!" He whispered. E98 had been waiting for help for 2 days and still no sign.

He opened the tent cover on the merchant's cover and saw it. Oil! He grabbed the barrel slowly but was faced with a realisation. If he was so weak how could he drink it? Forcing himself to move, E98 put out a shaking hand which turned into an axe. Quickly as he could go, he smashed the top of the barrel.

Lapping up the oil, E98 took some more in his chest for storage in case of emergencies. "Better late than never." He said as he sat and felt an impending feeling on his chest. The need to be patient. The need to wait for help.

He had been moving forwards for hours. With no luck, E98 slumped against the wall, hopeless. "What is this? A labyrinth of which I can't escape from! What must I face to leave?" E98 screamed against the walls of the sewer. Then a drain opened. He covered his eyes and turned away from the blinding light. Then he saw them dropping through the cover. Distorted Husks!

E98 searched his memory for weaknesses against Distorted Husks. The monsters were burly and wore ripped decaying shirts that revealed huge muscles. Activating his blaster, he sought to make a distraction. He knew he couldn't kill the monsters so why try?

He shot down the tunnel and the monsters turned in the direction of the light running towards it like a dog playing Fetch. Running desperately, E98 saw the drain cover and clamped his metallic hands on the cover pulling with all his strength. BAM! The cover flew down into the dark and heaving his exhausted body up onto street level E98 found a merchant's tent.

"Cover so I can survive! This is lucky but I won't say that i will be lucky again. Zombies are the turning point for me. I am just so," he paused a minute to take a breath, "overwhelmed. I want to see if there is someone else out there who is... struggling."

E98 sat down and looked to the sky in a begging way. "Please Fate send me someone to save me from this despair! Thank you. A prayer for an anomaly like me may not be much but please see to my survival." He sat down and fell asleep waiting for help to come...

After killing the boss of the sewer, E98 noticed the gate seemed to glow. He swore in Arabic. His father had always told him that light would always lead him to the exit. Storing the knife in his arm safely, E98 used his head torch to light the way through a dank tunnel.

"This is a future that I didn't want to see," he muttered as he walked on into the endless labyrinth of tunnels. The light had tricked him. His father had been wrong. The light had seen to trap him maybe forever in a labyrinth of disgusting tunnels.

E98 couldn't focus and shortcircuited. Malfunctioning, he still moved forward and his screws coming loose. "Please!" His voice, a whisper. "Let there be hope for me to save this world from destruction!" He fell down onto his knees and couldn't move. His body couldn't allow it.

Despite his ADHD, E98 was trained for situations like this. He grabbed the wall and blindly decided to move in one direction... Forwards!

As he fell, E98 noticed decaying parts of zombies around him. His black hair was tattered with dirt and his voice suddenly became distorted. "Must find the exit!" he said in a robotic manner. Lighting up his body, E98 saw an opening. A gate of light. Robots had searched for these for aeons and for him to find it.... It was unbelievable!

He saw the codepad and looked at the distorted face on the gate. Then it spoke. It was a zombie head and the body just managed to grab its head. E98 ran in the other direction but saw it blocked. "Shit!" He screamed. "Should've have known!"

Fumbling in his back pocket for the knife he had grabbed earlier, he found it stowed in a ripped trouser pocket. E98 found that it gave him comfort. On the hilt it read Katrponb, the knife of the gods. E98 could translate ancient languages a skill inserted in his hardware brain.

He got into an attack position ready for anything. Surely rushing the enemy would help but E98 wasn't sure. Hopefully bluffing by pretending to be weak would work but he scrapped the idea. He rushed toward the zombie, knife out ready to stab and jumped into the air, 3ft high, and stabbed the enemy in the heart.

As E98 lay down in the alley he saw a knife in a trash bin. Running to grab it and hoping it would provide safety from the zombies, he saw it's glint. A foretold future in its blade with possibilities that could end his problems. E98 shook his head at the blade. His father had always told him not to be consumed by greed.

He stowed the knife in his backpocket and foraged his way in the bin desperately for oil so he could recharge his engines. His knees felt weak and his cigs were breaking down on him. "Please!" He whispered into the cold air. "I need this!"

Zombies were flooding the city centre as he could see from his sensor. If E98 was correct, they would be alerted to his location in 5 minutes. Opening the hatch on his blaster and scrubbing the dust off the floor, he found a drain. Without any choice E98 acted on an impulse.

He jumped in falling down into the darkness....

Main character who is named E98 is a part robot character who has a tragic backstory. E98 is 17 years old and is neurodivergent. His mother left at birth and his father who was human taught him how to handle guns. His father was killed by zombies and was created after a lab incident in 2009.

E98 has black hair and one red cyborg eye. The other is green. He knows how to feel human emotions and doesn't like to talk to the other characters. But deep down, he wants to feel love for the other characters.

E98 was strolling down the road holding a pair of nunchucks when he went down an alley to forage for food. His danger sensor sensed 3 zombies coming to his right and he backed to the left of the wall and grabbed his shruiken. E98's body glowed red and unleashed a nuclear blast that radiated through the alley making the zombies flee. He then bled blue blood and grabbed an axe to stabilise the right side of his body.

Running off to a shop to grab food, he healed himself eating some nectar x biscuits. He then sat in the alley and fell asleep waiting for help to come....

E98 has ADHD and can sense danger from half a mile away. He was raised in the Falklands Islands, Argentina.

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