HAVEN

HAVEN

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MatureOngoing<5 mins

Last published Tue, May 26, 2020

Fiction

Mystery

Tagsaction apocalypse attack endoftheworld family

__________TRIGGER WARNING___________ It started off by killing almost half the population in a week. Us humans were scared out of our wits. The virus. It spread fast. Each and every person getting infected. No one immune. The whole world shut down. Quarantine. The economy was dying. But sitting home families got closer even though they suffered in many ways. Bonds only got stronger. Many died. Many were newly infected and numbers increased day by day. As if that wasn't enough..the dead came back... "Close the doors and do as a tell you" ... "Shhhh....we don't speak afterdark" ... "I may not succeed but I'll try" A girl tries to save her family...or what now she calls her family.. "We wait" she says..as they watch the announcement in a low volume sitting silently in the basement

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I gave up on this book sorry!!!! Prologue: The sky had always been a canvas of infinite shades; serene blues, fiery oranges, and dusky purples that whispered the passing of time. But tonight, it was an unforgiving black, thick and suffocating, as if the stars themselves had fled in terror. The wind, once a gentle lullaby, now carried with it the stench of decay, a bitter harbinger of the nightmare that had begun to unfold. It started as a whisper in the farthest corners of the earth, a murmur of sickness that no one paid much mind. A fever here, a violent cough there-symptoms too common to cause alarm. The news reports were fleeting, overshadowed by politics and celebrity scandals. But as the days turned into weeks, the whisper grew louder, more insistent. Hospitals overflowed, bodies piled up, and the once indifferent world began to notice. By then, it was too late. The first to rise were the ones who had died in fear, their final moments spent in frantic horror. The infection moved like wildfire, an unseen hand turning the once living into twisted mockeries of life. These creatures, driven by an insatiable hunger, spread chaos across the globe. Cities burned, governments crumbled, and humanity was brought to its knees. In the midst of this chaos, there were those who fought to survive, clinging to the remnants of a world that was slipping through their fingers. They would become the last hope, the final line between the living and the dead. But even they knew, deep down, that hope was a fragile thing. For the dead were rising, and the world as they knew it was over.

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