Realistic or Modern After The Fall

[Spiraxo]

It was the year 2016 when civilization collapsed seemingly overnight...


When the virus first appeared it was already airborne, it was already waterborne, it was already inside avian species and certain other animals including livestock but these creatures were not affected by the virus. Humans seemed to be the only ones capable of being compromised by the disease. It was widely believed to be some kind of lab grown bio-weapon due to this. The first strain rotted parts of the brain, it drove people mad caused the infected to commit acts of violence this strain was the cause of what we new dub the fall when the world literally burned and we the survivors, the few who weren't susceptible could only stand and watch as nations fell and governments collapsed. The second strain we were susceptible to but instead of being airborne it took a more rabies like approach and could only spread through contact with bodily fluids. This strain is when what we now dub 'zombies' came along. You see it didn't attack certain parts of the brain anymore. It killed the whole thing slowly causing the infected to lose their mind and commit random acts of violence, just like the first strain (we like to affectionately call these dudes crazies) until finally leaving them mindless, feral, and rabid with only the driving urge to spread the disease...


It is a fight everyday to stay alive each day their numbers grow and ours shrink the cities always crawl with them day and night they never seem to sleep. Where there are no infected there is dangerous wildlife to deal with as nature begins to reclaim what was once hers again. We can no longer reproduce for even tho the airborne virus does not affect us it still is inside us causing most births to become stillborn and the ones that aren't always have bizarre mutations and grow to be like the infected.


We are truly seeing the fall of the human race...

 

[Spiraxo]

Nobody post anything yet

 

[Lightning Quick]

Day one was the hardest, she concluded bitterly. The days hadn't been kind all around, but day one was the worst. She'd numbered them, the days since the fall. As her boots carried her down the desolate road, she kept thinking about it. Day one... The day she'd escaped. The dawn after the flame. Most people would think it was the death of her beloved family that was the hardest. No, that pain was tolerable. It was the after shock that shook her to her core. Even remembering it caused her scars to ache. It played, key points forming a list.


Escape... The theft... Running... More death... The second theft... The treatment... She could still see it clearly. Feel it as if she'd just sterilized her wounds. Saw the blood of her neighbors, once friends, running cold as they died themselves. Yet here she was. A bit more beat up, that was for sure, but still kicking. Take that day one... She adjusted the thick strap across her chest. The bandages she wore around her chest and arms had been changed that morning, leaving a strand down her sleeve that she couldn't tuck quite right. She'd covered her nose and mouth this time and adding to the cover from her hood, leaving her eyes the only part of her uncovered. Her eyes were all she needed...


Glancing from side to side, she kept walking. All you could do now was move forward till you found sanctuary. That's all she would do.


Let's just hope that worked.

 

[Spiraxo]

The shortness of breathe, the nausea, the headaches oh how he longed to press a cigarette to his lips and make it all go away. He licked his chapped lips and continued weaving his shopping cart between cars along the old desert highway lane. He kept his eyes straight ahead and his mind focused on where he was going refusing to offer the slightest glance at the sun bleached bones and rotting remains that infested his surroundings. He was a bum a homeless nobody before the fall, living on the streets of San Francisco he saw it all the confusion, the chaos. He didn't know how he survived through it all doesn't even remember how he made it out of the city. His noticed that, that he cant really remember anything anymore and it makes him uncertain. He thinks his somewhere in Texas his pretty sure his in his early sixties, that his name is roy and that it's been over five years since the fall but he's never certain. His aware of it, of his mind eroding, forgetting more and more of his past, his short-term memory getting worse by the day. He keeps a small journal in his coat pocket and every time he forgets something he makes a dot on one of its pages.


stopping in the middle of the road where the highway massacre finally ends he lets out a weary sigh and takes the small journal from his coats pocket and opens it. Its often a little jarring for him opening the damned thing because he always forgets how bad it really is until he opens the book and sees the dozens of dots and circles that fill every page. He quietly shakes his head and pulls a pencil from another pocket adding one more circle to the many that already fill his tiny journal. he pockets his items and lets out one more weary sigh before continuing once more to solemnly push his shopping cart along the abandoned highway.

 

[claryfawn]

The thinking of maybe finding someone out here ,her family is dead no one else she has met by the monsters that were once human ,she couldn't care less if she dropped dead bring infected and losing her mind after that .She took a sip of her cleaned water from one of her shelters she's been at refueling and before going back out into the world that was once great ,she was head string and believes maybe she could try and make a living like this .Finding good from animals for the rest if her life ,being alone ans no one to hold ,not even a wondering pet to tag along with her as she went off trying to find survivors .She walked along the road of a highway ,nothing but barren landscape ahead ,the mountains is were you need to go ,it's cold and she has a ranch up their with gated area and food and place to call home .well once called home ,it's A place of survival.rotten bodies covering the land ,some people she recognized ,friends or family dead ."everything is dead "she spoke easily but she wasn't going to give up unless she was dead or dying .other then that she took a deep breath and walked on, with her backpack full of supplies to keep her at bay for the time being when she needs to refuel again .She drew every thing she saw ,the death and the living ,the animal picking at dead caucuses of people's and other animals , that either died during it or died from getting eaten alive by the infected people. that still are around someplace ,she hoped she didn't see one ,nothing else burns that way when trying to run away from people who want to eat you .

 

[Lightning Quick]

Stragglers had to be one of the worst parts. The ones that put down people before people put them down. Ones that strolled along like idiots, children looking for parents in a way. Looking for guidance on what they needed to do next. The only guidance they would find from here was an arrow between their eyes. That guided them to the point straight enough.


Like the woman she was seeing totter down the street in her blind haze. "Poor little straggler..." She whispered. An urge took her. A desire, deep seeded as her finger itched for the trigger. She pulled the weapon, knocking an arrow in the firm loader as she took aim at the target. She wasn't a human anymore... She was a animal being guided to her defeat. Her breath hitched, her heart pounded. Her pupils dilated. Pure adrenaline. She fired.


She never missed. The animal was back home. She approached the fallen victim, removing her arrow. Her eyes befell another person. A girl. Torin prepped another arrow as she stalked, silently, towards the person. Another target, maybe? She had to know... But until she did, she remained silent.


@claryfawn