The Storm and Its Spawn: TL Apocalypse

The Storm and Its Spawn: TL Apocalypse

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Undead creatures have been extinct for half a decade. They have, that was until one night. The worst kind of cliché, it was a dark and stormy night. A group of friends must band together to figure out the cause of this sudden apocalypse, while also surviving it. Maybe they can even put a stop to it. This is an AU inspired by my friends in the Toni's Lounge discord server, a server created by Youtube animator Toni Tonight. What started out as a MCYT server evolved into a tight-knit friend group of Dream-Antis. For the record this is one of the first stories I've ever written, I have not taken a creative writing class ever, and this will probably not be great at times but I'm always open to editing it like years later 💀
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Without warning it began! The inevitable, I think it's fair to assume this book is not in my possession. This means I'm most likely dead. Most nights I wrestle the reason I have chosen to explain what happened, the things we did to each other, things no human being should witness. I Wright this simply to enlighten your poor soul and give you more of a chance than I had. A chance to survive what is most likely the brink of human extinction. Times are harder now and as the days go by we are less of our former selves. We have become husks floating around in a lost, desolate world. I look at this place and it still seems so alien to me, as the days roll into the nights I'm still unsure of how we got to this point. If you are reading this, you too are probably North and very much aware of what has happened to our beloved city. I feel a responsibility to inform you that you will most likely share the same fate as I have. I understand you may be wondering what's worse than death, trust me in this place death seems like a paradise compared. I do not know why I still feel so obligated to write this. To be honest most nights I think its just an escape from the madness, like a natural sedative it's the only way I can fall asleep in this hell. However I do need to clear my conscious and pay dividend for my demons. I need you to know what happened to me; I need you to know what we have become and what we are capable of. I need you to know why we have chosen to kill each other, why the smell of human flesh lingers in the air like slow roast pork on a Sunday afternoon. Why bodies litter our streets. Why things that seemed to be so impossible happen in front of our very own eyes. Why conformity i this place is the unreal ideas people live their lives by and why I was included into this group of youthful abominations. All of this might be irrelevant compared to what I am about to tell you.

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