End of the world?

   
The half red half black male moved from east to west in his way to explore more unknown lands, lands he had missed in his ice cold seclusion. Incendium's life was far away now into the past, he already moved on. Going here and there, and he even met a girl who actually was fun to talk to. And he was glad she wasnt a grumpy lady.

On his way, he found himself in a willow forest, but with that insane colors and mushroom brought from hell. "What tha fuck? Why is this also full of that shit? Gross." He said as a frown formed in his silver eyes. He wasnt infected but it was still a very fucked up time to be.

   Act. "talk." 'Think.'