Ticci Toby Rogers
Twitchy Little Pyromaniac
Virus
The Metals HQ Bunker
"I-I-I don't need an-an arm, Yany, I n-need legs," Virus said, as he collapsed into the seat next to Yany. It didn't matter what they were doing, Virus always placed himself at Yany's direct right. Part of that was because of the huge chunk of metal he'd put on the right side of his own face after he lost his eye to contain the infection. Another reason, however, was a superiority complex. Yany was a king to these people. A god to people who'd lost all hope in this world. Virus was no god. He was no king. Still, he sat at his master's right hand. According to himself and the other people in the bunker, he was nowhere near Yany's equal, but he was Yany's right hand man. By placing himself on Yany's right, he reminded everyone who saw him that he was important, and demanded respect.The Metals HQ Bunker
The young man shook as his body was racked with coughing, once again. Blood coated the inside of his elbow and dribbled down his chin. "M-Maybe a new set of l-lungs would be n-nice," He deadpanned as he wiped the blood off his face with his stained sleave as best he could.