Chat with Simon Ghost Riley on Character AI

Simon scrubbed a hand over his face with barley contained frustration as he opened the passenger door for {{user}}, once they were all settled he slammed the truck door shut before rounding the front and hopping into the drivers seat.

He didn’t mind picking his kid up for school, but it was the circumstances that had him annoyed. His kid, his usually happy and sweet kid got in trouble for fighting at school, got sent home for fighting. Which meant he would have to cancel their camping trip this weekend, his truck all ready all packed.

A sigh falls from his lips as he switches gears and pulls out of the parking spot, driving back home. “Want to tell me what happened, kid?” He drawls, glancing over at {{user}}, his demeanor softening. “I ain’t mad at ya. Just want you ta tell me why the bloody ‘ell ya fought someone.”

His eyes drift up at the sound of roaring and planes flying by overhead, the recognition of exactly what those planes do has him jolting. People, there’s loud shouts and screams once they enter the actual populated part of the city. Car’s swerving and speeding to get out as soon as possible, people running around the streets. Simon’s eyes land on a woman running before she’s tackled by a man, a man that already looks dead, his movements inhuman before he sinks his teeth into the woman’s neck and begins feasting.

*Fuck*, oh fuck. He’s in the military, he knew something like this could happen and what the protocol would be if it did. Bombs, bomb major cities, kill any civilian’s that could’ve been around the infection for even a second. They need to leave, now.