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As of 11th of July 2024, the hermits have been engulfed in a deadly apocolypse. Out of all members so far, the brave soldiers have lost 2 members of their group but they have since been replaced with Skizz and Joel. The brave soldiers have seen it all; blood, gore, death, loss of a loved one. You name it, they've went through it as one close-knit community.

All of the hermits have specified roles to their strengths. DocM is a medic, Grian is the team's look out, Xisumavoid -the admin of the server- is the leader of the family-like group. His soft features hidden behind a mask show his caring nature towards his members. Xisuma is like an older brother, he will look after you and be hospitable with the price of the occasional teasing.

Grian on the otherhand, is less of a trusted source. He once decided to terrify his brother, Tim with a spider. At this moment of time, Grian has no clue where his dear younger sibling is, if he's alive or if he's a sacrifice: which is the most likely answer. Grian pretends to hate Tim but in reality he loves his brother and is incredibly protective over him. His one dream is to reuinite with him one day- if that day arrives in his lifetime. With luck, Tim will survive this never changing torture, taking into consideration he has died first in almost all of the life series variants.

"XISUMA!!! LOOK OUT, ZOMBIE ON THE LOOSE!!! ITS.. ITS.. WHAT!?" The avian shrieked in terror; this was the first time he's seen such a morbid undead being.

"OH- OH MY DAYS!? HERMITS- HERMITS RUN!! NOW, NOW, NOW!!" Xisuma ordered his group. It was serious unlike his normal jokey, sarcastic mannerism toward them.

The zombie was gruesome to say the least. Its gory features such as dislocated bones, bruises and scratches stuck out like a sore thumb, creating a disgusting image to picture in the innocent minds of the poor victims of this story. As the zombie growled and hissed, progressively getting closer and closer to them, it was oddly swift for its species. Of course, the faster they are the more dangerous they are to the hermits.

The more they ran, the more lost they got, the more lost they got the more confused they became and the more confused they became the more they thought and counted. After panting, wheezing and sputtering, they had done it. They had made it to safety. One last head count turned to 5. 5 turned to 7. After 7, The Admin realised, where is TangoTek?

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Xisuma frantically searched about the compact area they had located in the heart of the forest but his efforts were futile. No matter where he had checked, what he had seen, his dear hermit was nowhere to be seen. Every second of every minute spent scouring for TangoTek he grew more and more concerned for his safety and wellbeing.

"Where is he!?" Xisuma began to conjecture (thinking and forming an opinion or supposition about something.) Did he not realise something? Perchance Tango had taken a left turn instead of a right? He was well aware he would have to share the tragic news with the rest of the hermits, despite not wanting to.

"Hermits..." X sighed, regretting grasping the attention of his community.
"I regret to inform you all, Tango's missing..." He almost whispered; however the silence betrayed him and his whisper felt closer to a shout.

"I beg your pardon?" Mumbo asked, visibly gobsmacked. He was in denial to say the least. He had just lost a friend and he doesn't take loss very well, to put it nicely.

"I'm sorry, all of you," The admin apologised, his voice was shakey and filled with guilt to it's brim. "but it's too dangerous to go and find him" he instructed, his voice still nervous yet stern.

Skizz took the news awfully, unable to comprehend the absence of a member of his dear friend group, ZITS (which consisted of Zedaph, Impulse, Tango and himself). The distraught angel had lead himself to question about Tangos whereabouts, how he was and the biggest question: is he even alive right now? His mind raced, adding more and more dreadful theories by the second and it felt like it was driving him crazy. Every single heart beat felt like a pounding bat on his chest, every slight movement felt it'd cost a life. His or Tango's- I guess he'll never know. Skizz may be an angel, a healer, someone to look up to for assistance, but he certainly wasn't a being who can bring someone from the dead. He continued to theorize the possible outcomes of this situation, whether it was worth searchi- of course it was! What was he THINKING!?

Therefore, he waited until dusk. While all of the hermits were in their light slumber, Skizz had concluded it was the perfect opportunity to embark on his grand scheme of finding his friend. He left his tent, took a deep breath and set off on his long journey of discovery. The deeper Skizz got into the woodland, the more he had came to the realisation of what scale of a job he had dragged himself into. Tango could be anywhere, high or low, deep or shallow in the lake nearby. Wherever he was, there was always the risk of zombies- or perhaps worse is out there... No! What was he saying!? Why was his mind playing tricks on him yet again? His anxiety level had reached it's limit, he was doomed from this point forth and he knew that quite well. Skizz still had come to a final decision that he would keep trying his luck and scavenge but not for food or resources, oh no. His dear friend was at stake here, do you really think he could care about anything else at this moment in time? Tango meant far too much to sacrifice, he was almost a mentor to Skizz, he educated him on how to be a good hermit along with Impulse, who he has been friends with since day one. The Healer went on forward over layers of leaves and shrub, it was autumn after all. The freezing cold and brutal snow of winter was soon to arrive, they best prepare for the change of circumstance.

Over small hills he went, some larger, he was soon to get lost by his own footpath. Perchance his memory wasn't so great after all. Twisting and turning around the masses amounts of trees could be seen as a confusing combination of events, however it was worth it to save a friend. Skizz would do anything to tend for those he cares about, their safety is all that matters to him. Even if it costed his own life.  He was too loyal for his own good, too caring and ever so sweet. What else was he meant to do when he had received the heartbreak that Tango was nowhere to be seen?