Doomsday

Doomsday

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The year is 2040 ,the earth has finally given up on humankind and destruction strikes upon humanity. What if I told you that the scientists were completely right about ,CLIMATE CHANGE,OVER HEATING, AND WILD FIRES ETC. this in fact did happen, but mother nature hit them with something absolutely no one could've predicted, a blood curdling fungus that spread and demolished everything in its path .No one knew where it came from or how it began because it spread so quick that people had little to no time to save themselves and those who ran and lived to tell this tale witnessed what it did to the victims who touched, inhaled or even ate it .They aged 20times faster then turned to dust.....soon the population neared down to 100 in your city and you and your new 'friend" are both survivors who lived in the same apartment and so you team up to wander the broken earth together ,searching for survivors and uncovering the unknown...
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Right now, I'm squatting in a pile of human waste, desperately trying to get a signal on my phone. My friends are watching me reluctantly, their faces stained with blood and what I only hope is dirt. The light from my phone is illuminating their faces, casting light on the looks of horror that I have come to know all too well. My best friend is cradling her left arm, bandaged with a torn piece of cloth in hopes of stopping the blood flow. My sister can barely walk, and I think her hand is broken. She looks on the verge of tears. As we calm down, catching our breaths, I give up looking at my phone. I slowly turn to them, my own face crusted with blood. I look at each of them, one by one. "Ok, who got bitten?"

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