The crunching of bones and the sounds of tearing flesh is a sound that is etched into all the minds of the survivors.
No one could have predicted the outbreak, nor could anyone have predicted the change it would bring to the survivors' bodies.
If you were lucky, you got a skill that could lead you straight to the top. If you were unlucky, you were as good as dead.
At first no one knew what these skills meant, was this the human body evolving to fit the current life or death world we've come to?
No one knew.
The cultists as we call them deemed it was the gods taking fury unto us for all of our sins, but as each person continued to die, no one could think of anything like that anymore.
We all wanted to survive.
And we did everything we could to do just that. Even if it meant turning on the ones we loved most.
The so called 'Gods' have truly abandoned us.
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Downfall
Science FictionThe world that is treaded by the dead and alive alike. Each day is a fight for survival as the livings population decreases more and more while the dead continues to grow. Credits for cover - https://dzen.ru/media/artifex/tvorchestvo-takato-iamamoto...
