The Faded Glory

Memories seem to live longer than people these days. It's almost as if our memories of Earth before the event are just ghosts in our minds. We're haunted, we find, not by the zombies that threaten to eat us... but the memories of a better time and how far we've fallen since then. We shouldn't take things like security or fresh food for granted. We shouldn't take anything for granted, but seeing the events that ended the world before our eyes has given us new perspective.This post-apocalyptic world is tearing the human race apart. So many lives were lost, hopefully their souls are free from this wretched planet. This disease was caused by scientists..trying to cure cancer and tested their vaccines on lab rats. Well, these rats are no longer spreading the plague, but now spreading the end of mankind as we know it. Despite the end of the world, I still have resolve - a mission to accomplish: a goal. A goal to work toward -- to not give up hope.And to try and create a cure for this virus. The "Z-Virus", to be precise. And though I don't know anything about science, I do know where people knew about the disease... before they fell. The complex: Angel Labs. It was a miracle we heard about on the news and it seemed like we could turn hold our own against the hoards of zombies. But the troops couldn't wait, and the walls to the complex fell. Humanity's last hope seemed to fall out of our grasp.