This is a short Halloween story from one of the members within the company. Sample ~ We were stupid to come in here in the first place. We thought it would be a good thrill, being as it is Halloween. Forget thrill. We've been in here two hours and most of us are dead. Every thirty minutes, one of my classmates disappears, only to reappear later gruesomely murdered. That’s not the worst part, though. They are undead, possessed or something, and trying to kill us. So far whoever [or whatever] is doing this has beheaded Harlem, maimed Trinity, scalped Reese, and gutted Ana. I hear footsteps outside the door. As they come closer, I notice the dim light of a flashlight. That’s a good sign, since the attackers never carry them. I crack the closet door and see Sara, standing in the middle of the room.

Using me was probably the easiest thing to do considering as I let you do it and I don't regret it for a second...

Nearly two-thousand years into the future, the world is controlled by four countries turned into military conglomerates. War is bitter and fresh in the minds of survivors, festering like an unclean wound while, for people born after the massacres and horrors, a constant reminder of what could break from the fragile peace at any moment. Technology has advanced past anything anyone in the past could have possibly imagined. Cities float in the sky with dome barriers keeping safe it's citizens from the frigid cold and lack of oxygen, the surface completely abandoned save for a few stragglers who'd rather live on their own then deal with the pains of society. Many commodities have been advanced to make life as easy as possible for those who can afford it. However, the best and worst innovation was that of S-T-A-V-E-S. Man-kinds worst decision.