"Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing."―Luke 23:24
In an isolated world, a college student - Valerie attends a party with her best friend at a ghost town where an evil force creats havoc in a world where she has t...
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"Something coming back from the dead was almost bad news. Movies taught me that. For every Jesus, you get a million zombies."―David Wong, John Dies at the End
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The world has dissipated into one ginormous brawl for the living. Our fears have overcome us as we fight our way towards survival. An anarchy filled with death, obscure changes within the human mind and body had forced its way into daily life - what was left of it. The warmth that once filled our hearts had changed into nothing but cold and empty darkness.
A beauty only God could see, only he could create; a beauty which isn't envious or discouraged. Why? This creation exploit us, destroyed us until we were nothing, until we had nothing left. It brought out our weaknesses, faults and our flaws.
These creations aren't human - well, at least not anymore. They aren't on our side anymore. Their obscure and abandoned heart's rust - withering away with every chance it gets.
It's determination is to feed on our fear to get to our flesh and feel absolutely no remorse because they can no longer feel anything at all. They only carry burdens and memories from their previous life which is now irrelevant.
When everything goes wrong and when an evil so strong and powerful knocks you down, you can get back up or you can stay down, pretending that you're left in a world with a better society - where you can step up to normal expectations and satisfactions, not holding in fear to where you might spontaneously combust.
The beginning of war; the smell of rotting flesh, burning flesh storming its way into your nose. You never thought you'd see the day - all of the torturous video games and fantasy television shows abruptly coming to life in front of your awakening eyes. Somehow, all of our common sense was scattered about onto the floor, replaced with fear and astonishment as we thought this would never happen.
People were corrupted by the sickness and by the happenings, by the chaos. We all aren't made of steel, we rust and people were dying at every second of every day by things that were seeking us out as a human feast. They aren't immortal, no. God wouldn't be that cruel.
It's hard to believe that some of us can still shed tears; truth be told, most of us don't. We don't have any left. Most of us have lost too much on the way to survival that we can no longer feel and don't feel the need to weep any longer.
Bridges have been terrorized and broken, stop lights have stopped functioning and fires have lasted for days. The smell of death would tear at your eye sockets causing them to shed.
People have been scarred, broken and dazed. You can hear the desperate yelps and empty calls from the helpless, begging to either be saved or taken out of their misery. Soon, they will no longer have their sanity and I guess that's one way to take them out.
The symptoms were supposed to be as simple as the flu: sneezing, coughing, stuffy nose, headache and occasional vomiting; Was. Soon, the symptoms became extreme. If you were one of the unlucky ones, you were pronounced dead easy as one to two days after catching the sickness.
When people that had the sickness were dying off, others thought that the sickness would pass, that it would be over; they couldn't of been more wrong. The sick started to come back and began to corrupt the living. They were feasting on the innocent, the fresh meat, the weak and the slow. Pain was soon the only emotion you began feeling; to know you were still human.
They named it, the virus. A couple days after the sickness spread, the CDC acknowledged it more than just the average case of the flu. They examined the sickness by quarantining those who have been exposed to it.
It starts in your stomach, eating away at your insides like a parasite. The volcanic-like eruption melting your insides like acid. Then, it reaches your nervous system and begins to kill you slowly.
Ever since the beginning, the world has become a more dangerous place to live in.
You have to kill to survive, whether it's a family member, a friend or one of them. You cannot trust anyone anymore and sometimes, you can't even trust yourself.
You'll get an intense feeling when they attack you; hit or scratch. You become weak, physically and mentally. Your wounds don't bother healing and you become short of breath, you get a fever and soon you start to go insane and hallucinations start to erupt inside of you, its lava-like sensation beginning to burn through you.
The government finally said they've had enough and started broad castings. They started refugee camps to help those who were still alive. In order to enter, they checked you, examined you and you always felt violated. Open wounds and bite marks were seen as threats towards the healthy. They seek for blood shot and weary eyes or any signs of weakness. If you didn't meet their certain criteria, they would shoot you where you stood, not caring if anyone was there to witness it. They showed no remorse but it seemed like the dead were always one step ahead and the refugee camps would never last more than a week.
The infected infested onto every piece of land that cornered their vision. They took over and you soon had to scavenge to survive, if not - worse.
Survivors were not always nice and it soon became everyone for themselves.
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You Are The Moon―The Hush Sound: "The subtle grace of gravity, the heavy weight of stone."
