Haven was now 22 and had been dating Krasus for about a year now. They met before the virus and terror of nature tore the View attachment 8673 world apart. It was simpler times back then. Cars still worked, buildings were still strong, and the environment wasn't still dull. She remembers meeting Krasus like it was yesterday. It was a simple spring day, and Haven was stuck at work. Well, she wasn't really stuck since she she really did enjoy working at the small cafe that seemed to play the weirdest music it could find. Since business was slow that day, Haven was just chilling behind the counter, picking at her nails. The bells above the door dinged, and he was there. Butterflies came to life in her stomach, heart threatening to break out of her chest as he approached the counter. This was the point where she needed to think fast. All of her memorized scripts for serving customers disappeared, mind was completely blank, but she forced herself off the stool. "Hey, welcome to The Drowsy Poet," her voice is gravelly, some would call it sensual. Those were the first words she had said to Krasus, and they were choked out, but she hoped that they came across smoother than they sounded. Nervously, she chewed the inside of her lip and kept thinking about the fact that she normally doesn't act like this around attractive men. He ordered and then took a seat; she thought that was the last time she'd ever talk to him, but lo and behold, before he left he asked for her number; the rest was history. Her dad didn't like the looks of Krasus at the beginning of their relationship; he was hard to win over, but he eventually softened to the idea that someone else could take of his 'angel'. Then came the day where Krasus really had to take care of her; that's when the virus broke out. The symptoms just seem to be an advanced strain of the flu. First, her dad had it, but his personality started to change. All of his hair fell out, and his eyes lost color. No longer was he the sweet man who cared for her; he was some demon that was to kill whatever entered his home. Soon, more and more people were like that. Everyone thought that was the end; that nothing else would happen.... they were wrong. Not long after a majority of humans began getting sicks, nature began to run rampage over the Earth. Cracks in the ground spewed fire, rain would fall for days, and the temperature would drop to the point where rain turned into snow. The integrity of buildings began to increase. Cars were left on the highway, and if the cars were in the country, vines would be growing through them. How does Krasus and Haven fit into all this? Well, they seem to be the only ones left in their area. A few passersby shared stories of an untouched colony welcoming anyone who was clean of disease; that was their mission, to get to the colony. All they had was each other and the backpacks with provisions. The rest was up to them.