First chapters for stories that for some reason or another I never made it that far into. Depending on the reception of some of these chapters I may go back and try again.
It all began in the year two thousand one hundred and fifty seven. That's when the Daleks wiped out the human colonies around the universe. Billions dead, just like that.
Then came the meteorites. They fell on earth, the homeworld and last known home of the human race.
The meteorites turned out to be more than just what they appeared. They had contained a plague that was let loose on the earth once they had crashed into it. It crippled humanity.
By the time the Daleks finally invaded the next year entire contents had already been wiped out. South America, Africa, and most of Asia were desolate. Luckily some humans had been immune.
Then the Daleks went after the remaining politicians. Some were killed in public places, those who tried to hide away were burned alive in the buildings they hid in.
New York City was completely destroyed. It was the first city burned to the ground for resisting the Daleks. The heroes who lived there all died trying unsuccessfully to save as many as they could. Not one poor soul made it out. Wakanda was the next to be burned with many more places soon following. They were the lucky ones.
The Daleks didn't have enough of their forces to hold the planet, due to this they turned most of the surviving human population of earth into Robomen, cyborg slaves who would do anything their Dalek masters would order of them.
The few humans that weren't captured remained in hiding, there were only a few small holdouts left, the biggest one being the one in Latveria. Some say Doom made a deal with the Daleks but nobody knew for sure.
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The streets of the desolate and decimated New York City were silent aside from the sounds of the occasional rodent scuttling around and a few distant Daleks. Due to its lack of human life this city was light on Dalek patrols, making it a good spot for anyone who could make it there alive.
(Y/n) McShane walked through the alleyways of the city as silently as he could. He had been traveling through the city for a day and a half now, following a primitive map that was at least a hundred years old. He wasn't even sure if he was reading the map properly.
The boy was forced out of his thoughts by the sound of boots hitting the ground. He quickly slipped behind a dumpster and listened as the Robomen passed by the alleyway.
He waited a couple more minutes before getting out of his hiding spot and making his way to the alley's exit. He glanced around, noting that the robomen were facing away from him before slowly and silently making his way across the street and towards another building.
"Halt!" The boy stopped suddenly at those words and turned around. Nothing was there but the voice was unmistakable. He looked up and saw what had spoken standing on the roof of a smaller brownstone building with a plaque beside the door. "All occupants of this sector are to be sent to the mines. Surrender or be exterminated!"
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