The time before the apocalypse was nice. It was peaceful. Serene. The world still had many issues, but it was still truly better than what it is now. Sunny, warm days under the sun. No worries in the world. It was nice then.
Then, everything changed, and the old ways could never come back. Ever. The past seemed like a fantasy, a dream of sorts.
All people had now was a constant fear, the fear of death.
Nobody wanted to die. The monsters lurked the streets like hungry wolves sniffing out their prey. If you made a sound, even one, you were done.
They travelled in hordes, together, shuffling though the barren streets, searching, searching for food. What they wanted was human flesh. That's all their hungry souls craved. Nothing else would soothe their never ending hunger. That infinite hunger that loved inside them like a parasite, chewing its way through their very being. It tore people apart, literally and figuratively. The world became insane.
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People ran, and ran, to try to escape the world that had now become a reality. Millions of people, gone, wiped off the face of the earth. No one thought this outcome was at all possible. Not even the CDC. The CDC had no way to prevent any of it. They just sat back and watched as the world fell. Eventually they did as well. We all fell.
Only a few survivors were left on the earth, to roam, and to flee the constant lurking danger. They lived in constant fear of losing someone, or of losing themselves to the monsters. If they caught you, they'd rip you apart like a well done steak. Pulling you apart, piece by piece, their teeth digging into you as you screamed and wailed in pain.
Madness spread among the small groups of people. Some people became cannibalistic, they had nothing to eat, so they went to the last resort, the wrong option, because they were eating someone who could've possibly helped save the world from all of this madness.
The world was a living hell.
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Poison.
Bright souls turned dark, dark as ink. Their happiness faded, drained from their souls. Food was now nearly impossible to find, most people starved to death. Food was something that they had taken for granted.
All they wanted was their old lives back. They missed the carefree world that previously lay before them. Millions of homes abandoned, people ran and ran, but found nothing. They had nowhere to go. Nowhere so escape this living hell.
Camps were set up, people slept in tents in the woods. Hoping and wishing, that the monsters that lurked around didn't find them. Worry. Everyone worried. Mothers, fathers, and children. Families split up in the crowds of running people. Families never to be together again.
The monsters didn't hesitate to go after any human they could find. They ripped at their skin, ate their flesh, savored the taste of warm blood. These monsters later became known as walkers. But then, the humans found guns, ammunition, and more to protect themselves. They didn't have to fear as much as they did before. The men of the groups taught the women and children how to use the firearms, to keep themselves and others safe.
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Then, people started going against other people, and that's when the world turned dangerous once more. Now, walkers roamed alongside killers. People were even more afraid. Guns pointed toward people, peaceful people, worst of all, dead people turning into walkers. All the killers were doing was adding more walkers to the streets, to roam and to try to eat humans.
