In the woods a old man lay on the ground crawling around in the mud. He wore a black cloak and torn pants. His face covered in darkness in the hood that is pulled over low. He felt the ground blindly. His hands were covered in mud, grass and dead leaves. He heard you coming and froze. He stood slowly and took in deep breaths threw his nose. "Hello? Please come out. Its so dark here. There is no light. No light..." He felt a tree as he limped over in your direction. He pulled back his hood and you saw a wrinkly face. It was Apocalypse but he was old. Very old. His face seemed to shift like it was unable to take one shape and he had a big white beard and his eyes were white. Pure white like the eyes of a dead fish.
(With help I changed Apocalypse. He dose not remember anything or anybody.)
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I am Apocalypse!
I'm Feared by Infected so heed I'm Respected.
'Ideals are peaceful. History is violent.'
BLOW UP EVERYTHING!
No Pity! No Remorse! No Fear!