Nomanalive

How long can one ignore the voices in their head?

Nine years. To Mark, that was the limit. 

For the majority of his life, Mark White has been fighting a constant battle for his sanity. The voices in his head pushed him toward madness one whisper at a time, and the music he used to ward against them was gradually losing its effects. 
As his mental state slowly deteriorated, Mark spent more of his time working on a game he had been developing and lamenting his lack of romantic experience. 

One night, the voices dealt him a powerful blow, bringing their battle to an end. To his surprise, Mark won the battle, but that came at a great cost.

The voices might have disappeared, but a visual hallucination arrived to replace them, taking the form of a character from his game: Maids VS Apocalypse. Little did he know that the real apocalypse was already coming for him.

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Maids VS Apocalypse

Darkness enveloped the lands and the silence grew more oppressive. Mark had believed that they would reach their destination before the end of the day, but even as an hour passed since the sun set he didn't see any signs of a human settlement.

"Say, did we make a stop along the way?"

He had checked the time after switching places with Franco and realized that the Italian hadn't switched with Lara as they had planned beforehand.

It was probably his way of being considerate of the moment they were having, which made Mark wonder how long he had been sleeping on Lara's lap.

"No," Lara replied after a brief silence. "That did not happen."

"We made a slight detour along the way." Franco got up from the bench he was napping on, stretched his arms, and yawned. "The first road was destroyed."

Straight to the target.