The Last of Us.

The year is 3000; the once massive population of humans has dwindled down into the thousands. We are a dying breed. All thanks to them, them being the supernatural. You see, back in 2020, a massive plague called the Cronospree spread throughout the world. The effects were catastrophic. Men, women, and children were dropping like flies, at first we all feared for each other’s live waiting to see who would be next. But soon we noticed something... not all of us were receiving the infection. A select group of people were remaining healthy and untouched, they even knew of cures to the virus. When we pointed this out, a key piece of information was brought to light. Humans were not the only species out there... there were many other breeds of beings, they just didn't let us know about them. Humans did not know what to think of this breed. So, we did the thing that we did best then, and even now... we ran. Soon after, the Plague disappeared. But the aftermath was horrific, the total number of us humans was a miniscule 2,983. We each formed small clans in abandoned buildings, scavenging whatever we could find. You may think this is the story of how I, Eydom Craylym help to rebuild my ancestors lost empires. Sadly, it is not. This is about how humans are still going missing from our clans. Taken by the monsters that hid in our world for so long, they claimed that we are theirs. And we belong to them, as if we were there property! Well they have another thing coming if they try to take my people. Follow me through my life, living with the last of us.

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