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The world you once knew is long gone and mankind has no one to blame but ourselves. We got too bold, and took to many risks experiment king with the human body and trying to alter its natural functions. Instead of creating the perfect humans, we doomed them all. They call it the Z virus. The virus infects a host, kills the host, then reanimated the host in the form of a mindless, undead bag of flesh and hunger.
Within weeks, the virus had begun popping up in all corners of the United States. Within months, the virus was showing up in different countries around the world. Within a year, the virus began to steadily break down civilization and kill off the human population. Despite the worlds best efforts, took over the world and left whatever was left of humankind with the knowledge that they were watching the end of history.
The human population is close to extinction but not everyone is gone. There are still a small portion of lucky (or unlucky depending on how you look at it) humans still alive on earth struggling to survive. 7 billion people, cut down to a thousand or less. No one really keeps records anymore so we'll never know.
In this new world, there are three types of souls. The dead, the dying, and the survivors though it's hard to pick out on from another at this point. Hope and trust are amongst the rarest of things as the remaining humans are left to fend for themselves against their fellow man and the shambling corpses that make up the population on earth.
There are two rules to survival theses days. "Kill or be killed"
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Jake made his way to an old house in a small town and closed the door behind him. He made sure to try to avoid being near a window for too long; you never knew who was watching. He went to the kitchen and found two cans of tuna and a soda pop in the cabinets. He used a utility knife to open one of the cans of tuna and hungrily devoured it. He hated tuna, but it was one of the best things he'd tasted since the world ended. He thought back to the times when he would argue with his mom whenever she made something with tuna in it. If only she was here with him to have a laugh about it now. A single tear dropped from his cheek as he thought about his mom. She had been taken from him by those lifeless husks and he had to be the one to put her down. Not a day went by that he wasn't haunted by the memory of having to kill the person he loved most in this world.
He forced the though back down in his mind and went about searching the house. He found a hunting backpack that he could use for carrying things. Sure as hell beat stuffing things into his pockets. He also found a jacket that he tore up into strips so he could use the fabric for bandages whenever he needed them. Everything in this world was based off of preparations and doing what it took to survive. There wasn't much room for anything else. After looting the house, he went into the backyard where he found a shack with a hunting rifle inside. "Just what I needed" he said to himself as he inspected the weapon. It only had six rounds with it, but he would make it last just like everything else he found. He packed up the rifle, it's ammo, and the rest of his gear before heading down the road. "Movement is life" his father had once told him when the virus began to truly destroy the world. He had stuck by those words ever since
Within weeks, the virus had begun popping up in all corners of the United States. Within months, the virus was showing up in different countries around the world. Within a year, the virus began to steadily break down civilization and kill off the human population. Despite the worlds best efforts, took over the world and left whatever was left of humankind with the knowledge that they were watching the end of history.
The human population is close to extinction but not everyone is gone. There are still a small portion of lucky (or unlucky depending on how you look at it) humans still alive on earth struggling to survive. 7 billion people, cut down to a thousand or less. No one really keeps records anymore so we'll never know.
In this new world, there are three types of souls. The dead, the dying, and the survivors though it's hard to pick out on from another at this point. Hope and trust are amongst the rarest of things as the remaining humans are left to fend for themselves against their fellow man and the shambling corpses that make up the population on earth.
There are two rules to survival theses days. "Kill or be killed"
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Jake made his way to an old house in a small town and closed the door behind him. He made sure to try to avoid being near a window for too long; you never knew who was watching. He went to the kitchen and found two cans of tuna and a soda pop in the cabinets. He used a utility knife to open one of the cans of tuna and hungrily devoured it. He hated tuna, but it was one of the best things he'd tasted since the world ended. He thought back to the times when he would argue with his mom whenever she made something with tuna in it. If only she was here with him to have a laugh about it now. A single tear dropped from his cheek as he thought about his mom. She had been taken from him by those lifeless husks and he had to be the one to put her down. Not a day went by that he wasn't haunted by the memory of having to kill the person he loved most in this world.
He forced the though back down in his mind and went about searching the house. He found a hunting backpack that he could use for carrying things. Sure as hell beat stuffing things into his pockets. He also found a jacket that he tore up into strips so he could use the fabric for bandages whenever he needed them. Everything in this world was based off of preparations and doing what it took to survive. There wasn't much room for anything else. After looting the house, he went into the backyard where he found a shack with a hunting rifle inside. "Just what I needed" he said to himself as he inspected the weapon. It only had six rounds with it, but he would make it last just like everything else he found. He packed up the rifle, it's ammo, and the rest of his gear before heading down the road. "Movement is life" his father had once told him when the virus began to truly destroy the world. He had stuck by those words ever since
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