The Virus

Origins

Nobody really knows how planet Earth was made. Everybody has their own theory on the subject, similar or not to another. In truth the Earth was made with dark powers of the universe. These powers were those of 3 gods, all of which were gods of death who were Kratos, Kronos, and Kezar. They planned the making of Earth such a deviously way, that it could kill while sustaining life.

One civilization worshipped these gods. They made sacrifices to these gods, giving a few drops of blood per person a day along with the stoning of a chosen per week. Through these sacrifices, the people of this civilization lived much longer than other people of Earth. They believed that upsetting them would cause great chaos amongst the world.

And they were not wrong.

Twenty thousand years later chaos reigned down on Earth. Everywhere you went, people fought for power. They fought against each other, only to live another day. For the three gods made a virus. One which now is spread across the globe. People flopped like fish on land, wanting nothing more but to returned back to the ocean. Back to a time when this virus did not exist. Back to a time, when the dead did not walk the Earth.

As it did all start in South America, the tribe worshipping them was the first to go. Or, the tribe that once worshipped them. For they were taking on to democracy and leaving the worship of the death gods. The dead roam the Earth, eating anything that moved. Everybody... they just... they... were snuffed out like a blown out candle. Unprepared for what was soon to happen, few people survived the first few days. And even fewer the first month.

And that's where I come in. Life in Wilmington was hard. People complaining about simple things like what happened to the man who drowned himself or complaining about how the people working at Dixie Grill were laid off when the restaurant was remodeled. They would even complain about the noise and traffic! Of all things the noise and traffic! Zombies are destroying South America and they don't (or more like didn't) care! But its even harder when your trying to flee to the militarized city of New York. I, Megan Veraldi, am one of the last remaining people alive, not dead, left on Earth. If you heard this radio broadcast, I am on the battleship North Carolina leaving port and sailing towards New York. Please, send help.