The Story

Every story needs a beginning. . .

 The Story

It started out as all things do, small. At first there was a warning, stay inside if you feel any kind of flu-like symptoms, stay away from people who appear sick. Then one by one people began showing symptoms that previous patients hand’t had before. Reports of burning rash and continuous delirium spread quickly around the globe, and with it came the panic. Friends were turned into enemies as the disease gradually began taking innocent peoples lives. A state of worldwide emergency was initiated just days before the disease claimed the presidential families souls. Chaos ensued. Panicked civilians resorted to crime in order to stay alive. Those who weren’t taken by the disease eventually fell into the hands of the robbers who had banded together. The streets were crowded with the bodies of those who couldn’t fight the disease.

Those who had survived the initial outbreak of the disease had been deemed immune to the mutations that followed, regardless of the fact that no one was willing to test their immunity.

The larger cities were of course the first to fall to ruin. Fires burned the once glorious buildings relentlessly, rodents and wild animals roamed the streets and picked off anyone foolish enough to venture unarmed. Those who fled before the panic took the globe sought refuge in the more deserted, forested areas of the world and were not heard from again.

Ever so slowly the fall of technology began. All activities considered job related had long since been abandoned and the now quiet power plants stood as nothing more than haunting shells of the promise they once provided. Soon after the fall of the lights came the shortage of fuel, things like cars and heat source became the of urban legend to the few denizens of the planet that struggled onward. The cities proved to be useless, with their blankets of bodies and the fear of the disease driving people even farther away from the homes they once lived in. Humans most primitive instincts began to replace those of luxury that once lead the planet. The few clans that remained retreated into solitude, to places where they believed they might be safe at last. 

Barely a year after the outbreak 75% of Earths population now littered its barren streets. If one were to take a now and then approach at the world they might come to the conclusion that at least 50 years had passed. That the world should be rebuilding itself after such a horrible tragedy. If only they could see the nightmare that was lurking just around the corner. 

In the cities that the world had left behind a new threat was stirring once again. 

In the cities that once stood above all else, the dead were beginning to walk once more.