Los Angeles, 10 years after the plague.
Marauders, hunters, rebels, you name it, they're everywhere. After the infection started, the world never felt like home anymore. The government had fallen and the army didn't stand a chance against the dead. The living corpses we called Zekes roamed the streets of L.A, eating anything alive in its path.
Then, everything changed. Instead of saving survivors, they started killing them. 'They', the bad people didn't want anymore of the living. It was called the cleansing. It was terrifying to know about it but I too followed in. If you ask me, I've killed the living more than enough and I don't want to do it anymore unless I had to.
After when survivors decreased in numbers, the hunters in L.A began to take on the opposite, growing clans as they took in new people. Scientists tried to find the cure to the plague but the major problem is what they needed.
They needed the blood of the Septic. Blood that could only be found with the ones who yield the red eye. I was one of them, a black market product to every clan, treated as the main focus of every human. Not to mention that even the Zekes wanted me too.
Traveling every week had been the only single reason I was still alive. I've encountered many things along the way, busting Zekes in my path and marking buildings with the septic art. I live over my rules and those rules kept me alive. Let me tell you rule number one and you've probably heard of this.
"Always stay alone, never trust anyone."
This is my story and I have the blood of the Septic.
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Septic Blood (Septiplier Fanfic)
FanfictionThe world was never the same anymore, not the Earth we used to call home. All this happened after the Plague hit our homelands, killing people and forming creatures we tried to kill ; death was not easy. The second vaccine was from a teenage, a lone...
