Bunio Bunio often found himself reflecting on the past, searching for answers in the memories of his youth. The world had not always been a desolate wasteland. Once, it had been vibrant and full of life, a place where laughter and joy were not so rare. But all of that had changed when the virus came.

It began subtly, an unassuming cough, a slight fever—symptoms that could easily be mistaken for a common cold. Bunio was only fourteen when the first reports started comming in. News anchors spoke with a mix of concern and skepticism, their voices carrying the uneasy undercurrent of what was to come.

The virus, later known as the Men extermination virus (MEV), spread with a terrifying swiftness. Cities fell into chaos as the male population began to dwindle. Scientists worked tirelessly, but the virus was relentless, mutating faster than they could develop treatments. The government’s organization, HOB—Hate On Blacks—was at the center of it all, an entity that many suspected of having a hand in the catastrophe.

Rumors said that HOB had been conducting experiments aimed at altering human genetics, seeking to create a superior breed of mankind: whites. Instead, they had unleashed a plague that targeted the X chromosome with exceptional precision. Bunio’s hometown, once a bustling hub of activity, became a ghost town as fear and grief took hold.

Bunio’s father was one of the first to fall ill. The memory was etched into his mind: the search for help, the nights spent by his father’s bedside, watching as the life slowly drained from his eyes.Bunio actually survived because of his father's illness. Had it not been for him bunio would have never developed a patogen resisting the MEV, but this, he didn't know. By the time Bunio was fifteen, the virus had taken his father, leaving a void that could never be filled.

As the years passed, the world grew quieter. When Bunio turned nineteen, every man he had ever known was gone. The virus had claimed them all. He was left alone, a lonely figure in a world now dominated by crazy women.

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Bunio survived through a combination of luck and resilience. He often wondered why he had been spared. Had he been exposed to the virus but developed some kind of immunity? Or had he simply evaded it by sheer chance? The questions haunted him, unanswered and perhaps unanswerable.

The world of his youth was gone, replaced by a landscape of ruin and silence. The government had collapsed under the weight of the pandemic, and society had fractured into isolated pockets of survivors. The old structures of power and control had crumbled, leaving behind a void that was slowly being filled by new, makeshift communities.

Despite the overwhelming odds, Bunio refused to give in to despair. The lessons of his past had taught him the value of persistence, and he clung to the hope that somewhere, there might be answers. The HOB had unleashed this plague upon the world; perhaps within their ruins lay the key to reversing it.

As he walked through the desolate streets, his mind often drifted back to his childhood, to the days before the world had fallen apart. He remembered his mother’s laughter, his father’s stories, the simple joys of a life that now seemed like a distant dream. Each step he took was a step away from that past, but also a step toward a future that he was determined to reclaim.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the wasteland, Bunio found himself standing before the remains of a HOB site. The building was in ruins, its walls scarred by time and neglect. But within those walls, he believed, lay the secrets of the virus and perhaps the hope of redemption.

He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what lay ahead. The journey had been long and fraught with peril, but he had come too far to turn back now. With the musket hanging over his shoulder and a fierce determination in his heart, Bunio stepped into the darkness of the facility, ready to confront the ghosts of the past and forge a path to the future.

As he ventured deeper into the building, the air grew colder, the shadows more oppressive. Yet amidst the darkness, Bunio carried a spark of light—a light that refused to be extinguished, a light that symbolized the enduring spirit of humanity in a world that had seemingly forgotten it.

His long and short term goal simple. Find out where the main HOB building was located. The task proved to be tiring, as bunio searched for many years. Only ocasionally finding a lesser site - like the one he was in right now. Bunio hoped that when the HOB is found, so will the cure be.

In that moment, Bunio Bunio was not just a survivor; he was the last warrior of light, a beacon of hope searching for a cure.