The Day We Became Human

Prologue

The world or shall I say what's left of it was fucked from the beginning . We were metaphorically zombies before we became literal ones. Heads down clutching our phones in one hand and our vanity in the other. Self-centred and one main self indulgent goal ... To reach as many followers as possible. Like zombies they follow the noise, the trend, the same direction that the crowd are heading in... That's why what's left of the world was fucked from the beginning; all except those of us who had the spark of humanity left in us, the ones that found pleasure in something other than ourselves. We were the realists.

The zombies? Well they ate us alive, in school, on the streets, in the shower, on the toilet.

We didn't follow the trend so we were torn limb from limb. Some of us sewing ourselves back together again the rest either turning or killing themselves before the dreaded monsters that kept them awake at night did.

But we're the misfits. We stood our ground. That's why we're still here.

My Crossbow rests in the palm of my right hand, the other holding on to Noah, my younger brother, the only warmth either of us had. "Hey buddy you cold?", I asked, knowing the answer "Y-yeah a-and I'm hungry" he said in his small raspy voice. It hurt that I couldn't do much other than try. The pain of my frost bitten fingers and sore ridden feet were, I'm sure, nothing compared to the pain his fragile five year old body is going through. Placing my bow around my shoulders I lift him up into my arms encasing him trying to keep him warm.
The cities streets are desolate buildings unoccupied and most shops were ransacked leaving nothing but empty shelves; it's been like this for a year and a half now.

Right after that one
Newscast the whole world went into disarray.