It had been like any other raging shit show day.

Destroying Brokers by the thousands.

We've gotten over half of what used to be the human population.

whatever that bioweapon had been.

The only thing anybody has been able to figure out is that a healer created and powered it.

Someone… Angry.

The nervous system. The super power highway; Fracturing, Refracting, Expanding.

Walking misfires that don’t sleep; served in 5 extra special flavors of bondage (not the fun kind).

What bonds the infected develop to their environment on contact while being eaten alive.

First is Metal (Australia Meets Weed Whacker where victims are concerned).

Next is the Rocks (some texas shit, only kinda mobile but needs a mushroom cloud to not get got).

Then there are Plants (of equal digestible size to body).

Energy sources (these suck the most).

And just for the fun of it, on Destruction of Bond Host before Brain. Other infected are also fair game (most common for indirect powers; includes fresh and uninfected at risk).

Whole fucking planet; straight past shit storm to fucked in matter of hours. The Sun hadn't even peaked.

Barely 8 years ago, I think.

And then yesterday afternoon-ish we found out.

Boop of random brief case computer.

A proximity alert.

Worst fears realized.

The end already happened.

8 years of bullshit and there isn’t a tomorrow to protect.

Aliens of entirely different bio-physiologies mixed fused and hunting in packs.

The Broker Virus travels through space.

Can care less about species; how simple things work I guess.

The Teleporting Nuclear Erection has also probably been busier than we anticipated.

Which would explain how the fuck this wave found its way here.

We're the source.

Someone we knew, ended everything for everyone, everywhere.

I know the others say they hope the creator died in their bullshit.

I hope they lived and have to deal with the consequences of their bullshit.

Suppose it doesn't matter.

None of us should have bothered to live.

Not if we had realized the depths of sterilization clearly needed for Brokers.

70 people left in the northern hemisphere. 

20 of them are kids of various ages; only 1 born post outbreak.

The news, looking at the satellite, they’re coming from all sides of the Milkyway.

Swarms on Swarms on Swarms.

Not even Planets left behind them, just floating rubble.

They must be creating their own gravity, nothing in the branches has moved out of place.

Just stalled dead before finding out.

Waiting like it's any other day. Not bothering to care about the oncoming break.

And the room is just too tired to even care.

“So, little badda bang badda boom?”