It’s The End of the World As We Know it |Closed|
Most in the general public thought it was a goddamned Halloween prank. Zombies were a shoe-in for the biggest holiday draw, but something had gone wrong. Horribly wrong. Someone, somewhere, had taken the prank and gone further with it. Whether it was the outbreak of the superflu that had everyone paranoid, or something else altogether, no one knew.
But it went to hell surprisingly fast. All those intelligent minds that had been at the top of their class had failed to prepare for something the magnitude of the superflu.
Or the fallout that came after.
They'd called the Marines in to guard the city center and capitol building. The National Guard had been dispatched as well. Seemed the government wasn't taking chances, given that most were out with the flu.
John had done his part, remaining at his station, and watched as civilization fell apart. And it did, one panicked and infected person at a time. Too soon, he was fighting for his own survival. Too soon, he was watching men and women he'd survived armed combat with falling to the hands of those who had risen from the dead.
Chaos and anarchy ensued. Nothing made sense anymore. Things that were supposed to have only been fictional and fake were taking over and creating a world of blood and death. No one could be trusted. No one was safe.
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Months passed, and the survivors became fewer and fewer. Cities had been overrun by the dead, driving those who wanted to remain among the living out.
He'd survived, though only by chance. Falling back, John had found himself with a small group of survivors. The numbers dwindled, and as they reached the outskirts of the city and ventured further beyond its boundaries, those they'd saved became fewer and fewer.
Atlanta wasn't a refuge. There was nothing there for them. Word had reached the ragtag survivors that Washington was the way to go. The heads of state were there, which meant a cure could be a possibility.
So they packed up and began the trek to what had once been the country's head.
Eventually, it was just one. As with all things, injuries and illness were running rampant. There was no medicine and barely enough supplies for those traveling.
Tired, dirty and road-weary, John continued on. It was all he could do.
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