My group consists of five people, two of my siblings, three who are now part of our small decreasing family. When everything went bad, groups that had resources to defend themselves banded together to form gangs and set up camp near thriving cities and towns. They now occupy what few towns are left, and compete with other gangs for even more shelter and supplies. There's also cults which brainwash "unworthy" survivors to kill groups along the country side to become "worthy" of their support, in order to gain shelter. The apocalypse brought new fear into the world by brining what my group and I like to call, Risen. There are three different stages for Risen, newly infected, far goners, and rotten. No one knows how all of this started, and it has been so long that neither of us really care. We focus on what happens now, not what happened long ago.
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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...
