10 years, 10 years ago we went to parks, to grocery stores, schools, work..... Now we fight for food, for shelter, for life. My group consists of 5 people. Two of them are siblings of mine, Ryan who is now 13, Jenna who is now 14. The three others are people we found fighting for a damn shirt. A shirt, a small piece of clothing which could be bought for $12, 10 years ago. The three others have grown like family, we found them about 4 years ago. They were part of a gang that had controlled the downtown area of Huston for about 6 years and counting. There names are Jacob, Melissa, and Max. They were best friends through all of this, and had experienced the same amount of loss. Jacob had seen his mother eaten alive, Melissa seen her sister torn apart by these horrid creatures, Max... well Max may have had it the worst. Max had seen his dog torn apart and devoured like a small treat, his father had lost his leg and seen him crawling to his death as a group of these monsters torn apart his back and his head, as it gushed out blood like a broken dam, his wife and kid were bitten and were put down by two shotgun bullets. We had many more losses that we cannot recall, due to their horrific nature, and not wanting to face to the music that they are really gone. I haven't introduced myself yet, though it's not worth it because I'm a small matter compared to everything else in this New World.
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Before We're Gone
Random10 years after the apocalypse had begun, people that weren't strong enough for this world were already gone. Either killed by someone or by themselves. We follow a small group, traveling around the states before a large incendiary bomb wipes out lit...
