Disorder

Hope is the reason what's left of the human race is still standing. After an unidentified disease wiped out over 75% of the worlds population, there is a good chance you either knew someone who's lying in a mass grave somewhere, or you are that someone. When that's the case, you cling to the only thing you have left, the only thing that makes you human. For some it was a promise made to a loved one before they were taken by the disease, or some variation thereupon, but for others it was hope. Hope for this nightmare to end, hope for things to return to normal. Hope is a funny thing, it can be the only thing keeping you alive and more or less sane, and you don't even realize it. I am one of the only survivors of Fort Tucson; almost everyone I know is dead, and hope for a happy ending to this nightmare is the only thing I have left to cling to. My name is Lee Springer, and this is my story.