The Rise

It wasn't like it happened slowly, just slow enough to go unnoticed. When the world began to realize something was wrong, it was already too late. The disease had spread quickly to all those who had been unfortunate enough to come across it. The day of panic is a day I relive over and over in my head; the day the diseased began to burn the city. The government tried to help at first, gathering the living and placing them in canteens to be checked and accepted into the sanctuary. Eventually, the diseased infiltrated the canteens, infecting more and more innocent people. After awhile, the government shut down the canteens, leaving the rest of us to fend for ourselves. We are the living, the ones who remain uninfected. We fight for survival in hope that the next day will be better. We call the infected, the Risen. The events that happened are known to some as the plagues, but most of us survivors have one name for the period of infection; The Rise.