The Walking Dead// The World That Fell

My name is Aurora Eleanor Richardson, and this is my story-a tale woven with threads of love and loss, set against the backdrop of a world spiraling into chaos. It all began on that fateful day when the dead rose, a harrowing event that shattered the very fabric of our society and wiped out half of our nation.

I was only ten years old at the time, blissfully unaware of the turmoil brewing just beneath the surface of my seemingly perfect existence. I can still remember the vibrant colors of my childhood, the laughter of friends, and the warmth of my family. But in an instant, everything changed. The joy of innocence was replaced with fear as grotesque creatures haunted our streets, and the sense of safety I once took for granted dissolved like mist in the morning sun.

As the undead surged forth, chaos reigned. Corporations across the globe abruptly shut down their operations, retreating into defense mode as they scrambled to protect their own interests. The once-bustling cities became desolate, echoing only with the sounds of panic and despair. Meanwhile, ordinary citizens were left to fend for themselves against the horrors that lurked outside their doors. Neighbors turned against each other in a fight for survival, as desperation clawed at the edges of our humanity.

I watched helplessly as my world crumbled beneath my feet, struggling to comprehend the magnitude of the devastation around me. It was a time when heroes were born from the ashes of despair, and I was just a child forced to navigate a nightmare that felt so far removed from the innocence of my earlier days. This is not just my story; it's a reflection of resilience in the face of unimaginable adversity, a testament to the strength of the human spirit when all seems lost.