Apocalypse | m.c

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2300AD

I remember hearing stories about parents that used to tell their children tales about monsters, and how there is always a knight in shining armour to save the day. I remember hearing stories about teenagers that talked about zombies but knowing they were just a fantasy, just a made up creature. I remember hearing stories about when war was the biggest problem, and how people tried everything to find world peace. I remember hearing stories about children playing outside in the warm summer air, running around filled with joy, they were safe, there was nothing that could harm them.

That was 285 years ago.

Now all I hear about are peoples deaths, and sometimes I see them. Sometimes I hear cries for help while innocent people are getting their flesh eaten. No, not by cannibals, by the dead, which we call walkers.

All those stories from the past about zombies being a made up creature have finally become reality. Although, those stories about knights in shining armour are still made up fairy tales. If they were real, then the human race would have been saved years ago.

This is no fairy tale.

This is no war.

This is survival.

This is the Apocalypse.