Status: In Progress
Risk
I was still just a kid, really. I didn't know what was happening. There were warnings everywhere, on TV and the radio, but it was all happening somewhere else. Not near me. Why be concerned? But They eventually made it to my city.
And I lost everything.
They never stop. Ever. They're like machines: They walk, They kill, They eat. Repeat. Now I don't remember the last time I saw a face that wasn't covered in blood and rotted flesh. They're not dead. They're not alive. They just are. The plague. Once upon a time people used to make jokes about this kind of thing.
No one's laughing anymore.
They're too busy screaming.
In 2014, The Crisis began. Undead, diseased humans began to attack the living, becoming infection-spreading cannibals. The disease spread across the world, and no one was safe.
Risk was fourteen when They started to take everything over. Three years later she's a hardened shell, living on her own, possibly the last living human in the world.
Maybe.
And I lost everything.
They never stop. Ever. They're like machines: They walk, They kill, They eat. Repeat. Now I don't remember the last time I saw a face that wasn't covered in blood and rotted flesh. They're not dead. They're not alive. They just are. The plague. Once upon a time people used to make jokes about this kind of thing.
No one's laughing anymore.
They're too busy screaming.
In 2014, The Crisis began. Undead, diseased humans began to attack the living, becoming infection-spreading cannibals. The disease spread across the world, and no one was safe.
Risk was fourteen when They started to take everything over. Three years later she's a hardened shell, living on her own, possibly the last living human in the world.
Maybe.