The Year 5066

The Year 5066

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This is my first story... The nukes are dropping and Jackson Rayner hides underground from the radiation. A faceless mutant and a grenadier cause trouble for our apocalyptic hero. Radioactive particles mix with the clouds and go around making everything worse. Eventually Javdir Unako (a mechanic friend of Jackson's) Samson Walsh (a ten year old with a sad background) and maybe more join with Jackson making an unlikely group. Finally as mutants crawl and stumble around the landscape our heroes of this dystopia will try to find peace in this world... if they can. Note: this story contains violence, suicide, suicidal thoughts, and dark stuff throughout... it's the apocalypse after all.
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[Book 1] Crawlers: once normal people like you or me. They had hobbies, families, friends, interests, but now they are feral monsters. The infection spread, wiping out almost half the human race, and leaving the rest as either Crawlers or Survivors. The infected's eyes will black out, before giant, black, bug-like legs will rip out of their back, giving them a newfound speed and agility, as well as an insatiable bloodlust. Body fluids entering any open wound, including the eyes, mouth, and nose, will seal the person's fate; they are now infected. It won't be long before they start screeching at the moon in a mock howl. The problem is, I am infected. I turned but retained most of my humanity. With my new lifestyle in a new world, I can't expect anything or anyone to act as I predict. My biggest question is, can I save my humanity? Or will I simply become part of the mindless feral swarm?

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