To the remaining, Apocalypse.. The word said by us humans that often led tall tales about Zombies, Werewolves, Vampires, Explosions, Plague and Disease, Omen of god, Catastrophe.. In other words, The end. This saying has been past down from the ancient humans that before the attack have written down and hid from the enemies. My name is Ariual Fenilope, and in this I will tell you of the ultimate weapon. Ancient humans were able to preserve and sneak the ultimate weapon at the bottom of this paper. May look like a button, but when activated it's a destroyer of all creatures who you hold hatred for. Unlike in the tales of the ancients, Vampires and Werewolfs get along, And have no weakness to neither silver or sunlight or onions, garlic.. We need to keep the flow going ! Please.. Please keep the message coming, be cautious. Theyve come for me, I am to be sentenced to death. Farewell, Fellow Human being. The date of this was 3045.
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What would really happen? The end of the world, roving groups of mercinaries, creatures pretending to be people. The end is filled with terror and death. Could love sprout? Can true love withstand the end? What happens when the people you love, die? The end comes. There is no stopping it.
"It's happening, isn't it? The end of the world?" He asks, his voice full of hidden fear.
"Yes. Now, get ready." I say softly.
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Trigger Warning: Child Death, Attempted Suicide, Traumatic