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Submitted: May 12, 2015

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Picture the thing you love the most, that one thing in this world you hold closest to your heart. Maybe its your family, or your pets. Maybe its your love of cars and bikes or any meterial object. Either way there was a fence, and when it all went to shit the side you stood on pretty much decided your fate. It was either all gone or all up for grabs, and those who had nothing to loose had everything to gain. It was eat or be eaten and a few years into an every man for them self free for all, it was hard not to succumb to the ways that would usually have had a man spending the rest of his days in jail,eating slop and clentching his ass cheeks every time he accidentally dropped the soap. That being if the world had not been doused in petrol and left to burn.

There was no protocol for a disaster this size, man had only prepared for natural disasters. Earthquakes, Tsunamis, Tornados and shit, and even then we had no clue, we just picked up the peices when the dust settled and helped those we could help, praying that something like this never happened again. But it always did, disaster always strikes, except sometimes theyre not always natural. Sometimes they are a manifestation of mans doing, and every so often man would do something so shocking it would rock the world back into a realistion that our planet is fragile. Except this time the threat wasnt on our planet, it was on us alone.

In one nations quest for control a virus was created, designed to wipe out an entire nations population over a matter of weeks, but the virus was not contained and soon spread throughout the planet. Man kinds numbers dwindled away to nothing and only a handful of people managed to survive, fighting day and night just to breath, just to be. Nobody wanted to end up as one of those things, lifeless, no soul, no hope of ever passing on to the next life. If there is one.


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