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I've never been one for a good start. I suck at first impressions but I finally know how to start this story that I've been wanting to make for years now.

Year: 3024
Time: 0346
Planet: hyperion
Location: major city, masma

It's been 6 years since the end. I can hear them everywhere. Their constantly walking around, bumping into the walls or they stand still for days at a time. I haven't been able to leave this fucking place. I don't know how in still alive. I've been living with half of my body burnt and charred just like the infested. Those who did survive died within the next few days when the infested started appearing. The storm. It's getting worse. Whatever made it...it's distroyed this planet and the federation doesn't exist anymore. I lost communications bearly 3 months after the outbreak. At fist I thought it was the storm but I figured out the infested ransacked that place. After the hub fell, the infested started changing. They...evolved I think. I don't know. They just get stronger. At night is when it's the most pieceful. I had to change my sleep schedule just to keep a small part of my sanity so I can function enough to ration my supplies that ran out nearly 2 weeks ago. I've got nothing left. I've transfered what I've discovered through my experiments on what's left of my co-workers. Whatever brings the infested back...it's nothing we've ever seen. The body dies via the extremely high radiation that overwhelmed the planet at first. It was like the whole planet was nuked for the first year. Anyone who stepped out would instantly be burnt and anyone else who was there when that dumbass opened the door. The planets recovered and the atmosphere remained somewhat intacted witch convinced me God was real and didn't want what's left of humanity on this rock to die. Unfortunately the EMF storm still circles the planet. Smaller storms come and go but they don't pose the biggest danger. Either way, I'm fucked. I just hope whoever finds this data...saves us.....All Rights Reserved

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Mankind devoured - BOOK 1

Hello, Logan here. It is 2021, and this is the first book that I ever wrote. It's shit. I'm publishing it back on Wattpad again so my friend can read it. It is unedited and as I left it in 2017. I am currently published with three books out, and this is so funny to look back on. Enjoy reading my shittest work to date. Lots and lots of love, Logan Beadnell-Davies The overarching theme for this first book is a theme of rage and hatred. In the words of a great philosopher; there is no limit to the gruesome and grotesque things we are willing to do in the name of survival. While reading this; Remember that not everything is as it seems. Remember that loved characters will die. Remember that the world will gradually get worse as the parts go on. Take a moment to ask yourselves these questions: What would you do in the name of survival? Would you steal to survive? Would you kill to survive? Would you lose your mind to survive? If you lost your mind, do you think you'd kill more, steal, injure, backstab, rape or any other atrocity you can think of? If you can think of it, then maybe you would. The characters and situations in this book are very real, if gore or horrific mental images scare you, then I wouldn't recommend reading far. DESCRIPTION: The Infection claimed the lives of over 3 billion people before the TV's went off. But it would claim many more. The problem didn't arise when those people got up and started walking again, or even when they started eating and infecting others, it began when people got desperate. In this new world, the true evil that humans are capable of gradually becomes more apparent, and a part of everyday life. Normality doesn't exist, people don't help other people. Friends aren't a thing anymore. All anyone truly has is themselves, and the burdens they carry.