The Faded Glory

Prologue

Memories seem to live longer than people these days. It's almost as if our memories of Earth before the event are just ghosts in our minds. We're haunted, we find, not by the zombies that threaten to eat us... but the memories of a better time and how far we've fallen since then. We shouldn't take things like security or fresh food for granted. We shouldn't take anything for granted, but seeing the events that ended the world before our eyes has given us new perspective.

This post-apocalyptic world is tearing the human race apart. So many lives were lost, hopefully their souls are free from this wretched planet. This disease was caused by scientists..trying to cure cancer and tested their vaccines on lab rats.

Well, these rats are no longer spreading the plague, but now spreading the end of mankind as we know it. Despite the end of the world, I still have resolve - a mission to accomplish: a goal. A goal to work toward -- to not give up hope.And to try and create a cure for this virus. The "Z-Virus", to be precise. And though I don't know anything about science, I do know where people knew about the disease... before they fell. The complex: Angel Labs. It was a miracle we heard about on the news and it seemed like we could turn hold our own against the hoards of zombies. But the troops couldn't wait, and the walls to the complex fell. Humanity's last hope seemed to fall out of our grasp.

But I believe that, in the bottom of that fortress - that laboratory - the cutting edge tools for studying the Z-Virus are still there. I have hope..but every day that I encounter a new Zombie, is another day that I seem to lose faith in this so called "God". What savior would poison this planet with this virus? To make humanity man eating monsters? To make my family turn and I had to be the one to kill them? This whole thing is so wrong. It doesn't really make sense.

This is 2021 I guess. The world was already ending way before this apocalypse happened. 2016 was the beginning of this horrible fate, generations were already proving themselves worse than their parents. With the whole clown-killing spree that happened, that proves that the generations were fucked. "What's this about clown-killing," you may ask oh little friend in my head, "what's this?" I'll be entirely honest, little friend, I don't know.