Another average awakening after the "Belial Cult" Incident, waking up to the sound of faint, blood-chilling screams. I went around my house, checking the steel bars mantled on my windows for protection. They were rusted slightly, a sign that they were aging. Replacements were necessary. Soon. All the lights in my dreary, rundown house were out, as they have been for three months. On the bright-side this gave a false sign to the demons (which I have been calling "Plague") that there is no life in my home. My resources were running dangerously low, I need to get more food, and more water. I wrote all the things I needed when I went out to my dreaded trip into the Plague infested world on a piece of paper, and quickly folded it, and put it in my pocket. I dismantled the steel bars on my slightly beaten, black door, and walked out into the Plague infested, post-apocalyptic looking town I now resided in. A familiar odor rushed into my nose. The smell of rotted, burning flesh. I looked around and in shivered at the sight of my neighbors. The Gregor family. They were mutilated and spread all along their own property. I remember watching from my window. Mr. Gregor had been viscously ripped in two from the waist down by the Plague. The upper half of his body looks as if it was being displayed as a trophy, mounted on the mailbox in their front lawn. His lower half I cannot find... I guess it has been torn beyond recognition. Mrs. Gregor had her lower limbs gnawed off by the Plague. I supposed they like to play with their food, by the way they would shove rocks, burning sticks, or anything they could get their sadistic hands on into her wounds. It looks as if now she is being used as fertilizer for the Gregor's dried up lawn. Their only daughter was kept alive last time I saw her. The Plague enjoys installing fear into their prey. So I suppose they left her alive for the fun of it. I now see they finished her. It must have been recently too... Possibly the screaming I heard this morning. Her young seven year old body lays decapitated underneath her favorite swing. Her swing is still swinging, so slowly it's giving me chills. It hurts me to know that such innocent young children have to die so viscously... Anyways, before I continue my run out to grab what I need, let me tell you how this hell of a world became what it is today...
