Humanity's War on the Dead

Humanity's War on the Dead

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50 years ago, the world was perfect. Maybe not at world peace perfect, but normal. People went to work, kissed their loved ones, went to school. Perfect. 40 years ago, a deadly disease nearly wiped out humanity. The disease didn't just kill it's hosts, it brought them back from the dead. The survivors did what they could to stay alive and human. 30 years ago, the Vampires rose to power offering sanctuary to those who lived in the deadly new world, on the condition that Humanity surrendered to them. Many refused while others were gladly put into chains. 20 years ago, I was born in a stable. I never knew my mother or anything about her other than she had many other children before and after me. 10 years ago, I was sold at auction to the Crown Prince of Vampires as his blood bag, a personal slave that offers fresh blood anytime. Today, I live in a cage. A cage of gold and silver, but still a cage. Life in a castle of Vampires is hard, but it's better than being out there in the world where the dead hunger for human flesh.
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They said the world was ending, but it didn't start with fire or war. It began with a storm-just like any other. But this time, it didn't stop. The rain fell for days, then weeks, and then came the flood that drowned everything. When the sun finally broke through the clouds, people thought it was over. They thought it was hope. But that hope was a lie. The sun scorched the land. Insects bred in the rotting water. Plague spread like wildfire. Water became scarce, food even scarcer. They said Mother Earth was angry, and I believed them. I did everything to survive. Even if it meant relying on a filthy, twisted man for bread. He preyed on girls like me-young, desperate, orphaned. He fed us, clothed us, and in return, demanded we sell our bodies. He called it "the price of protection." Men came to us like vultures. They stripped away our innocence and left us hollow. And then, one winter night, starving people stormed our hideout. They came with knives and desperation. I threw myself in front of the youngest girl when one lunged to stab her. I took the blade meant for her. As my body went cold, I felt no fear. Just peace. Finally, I thought. This nightmare is over. But when I opened my eyes again... I was in my bed. Warm. Dry. Dressed in pajamas. It hadn't been a nightmare. It had been real. And now, it's happening all over again. But this time, I won't be weak. This time, I won't be used. This time... I'll survive. No matter the cost.

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