Hey! The Dead Are Walking

Blake's POV
BrokenWriterStories

(A/N: This story comes from an RP, just so you know. Hey, I'm BrokenWriterStories! I'm doing this awesome story with my sis. I don't do many notes so just hear me out when I do. Blake is my character and Jade is PLATINUM0417's character. These characters are OURS. The story, however, is from an RP that these characters are in, just settling some legal copyright stuff)

Before it all began, it was just us. I can remember the days before the rising, clear as day, dark as night. We should've known, I mean, Ebola was causing such weird phenomenological things as it was. How could we have been so oblivious? The signs were there, we should've seen it coming.

The virus began a new era for man kind. It all started in 2014. By then, the signs were really showing. Ebola got into the United States, spreading a panic amongst its citizens. We believed the CDC would take care of it once and for all. We were wrong. By 2015, around March from what I recall, Ebola had gotten over the whole part of northern Texas and nearly spreading to the rest of the U.S. Texas was put into quarantine shortly after

We couldn't create a vaccine, it was already too late for that. Instead, scientist created a revolutionary serum that when injected into the host would enhance the hosts bodily protection systems. This changed America, for now we had a way to fight off Ebola, or so we thought. Anyone rejected with the serum didn't even get close to showing signs of illness when introduced to Ebola. It was like cure, except with a cure we would've gotten rid of it before the world could suffer. We, the ones who took the serum, became the host of the Ebola virus, unintentionally being able to spread it around without getting infected ourselves. The world destroyed itself.

Before then, the world was a happy place. I lived in a dorm with my friend, Jade Mueller. She was a high school student, prep even. Though she was raised in New York, she has a slight southern accent to herself, making her seem like a girl off a ranch. Trust me, if she was some girl off a ranch you would be surprised how sophisticated she is.

The year? Hell, probably somewhere in 2017. I don't remember much. I never had a good memory to begin with, but with all the chaos, I lost track of time. We should've seen this coming before the virus showed up on our shores. We should've been prepared. And now that the world has ended, what are we supposed to tell our future generations when they asked what happened? Why the world was this? What changed it all? Hey! The dead are walking...