My first post, possibly going to try and continue this when I can. Apart from that, enjoy and please give feedback!
The world went to hell in the short time span of a day.
A more average morning couldn’t be found at any other time. The streets were packed with commuters, and noise could be heard for what seemed like miles. Smoke marred the sky, a sign of the beginning of another productive day. If looked upon in a birds eye view, the city would be nothing short of a living, breathing throng of people dressed in suits. Now and then the occasional horn of a car would sound, triggering more than a few brawls, but that was normal. The traits of a busy city. If only the unaware city-goers could savour that moment of routine for a second longer.
A scream signalled the start of the outbreak. A loud, terrifying shriek that would chill even the coldest of men. Blood spurted onto a nearby graffiti covered wall, painting a new kind of art known as death. The bystanders had no idea what was going on. Nobody knew if it was a performance of some sort, some of the poor fools clapped at the woman’s doom. The woman of course just kept screaming, until it got to her throat. Then her legs gave way, and the bystanders clapped even more, attracting it’s attention. The poor fools.
With that, order was broken. Snatched away by them, shattered in the cold, dead hands of them.
The outbreak itself was by no means the worst part of this. Soon after the outbreak came the gangs, terrorising the populous and taking advantage of the panic. This was their glory moment, at least that was what the insane ones kept chanting while the ones with a speck of sanity ran like Satan himself was on their heels. Their little facade lasted little more than a few minutes, maybe at the very most an hour, before they got overrun as well. You can still see the remnants of the gangs splayed along the empty streets or splattered on nearby walls, as long as their killers allowed even that much leeway in their feeding.
The gangs may seem pathetic, but at the time they really were powerful. Deaths from the infection were only rivalled by deaths from the gangs. They tortured their victims as well, worse than the infected did. At least the ones that took death from the cruel hand of the gangs didn’t move after they died.
After the gangs got overrun, survivors grouped together, some from the shattered gangs that had ran. Every move made was one made by the groups decision and the groups decision only. That was if you were lucky enough to be in a democratic group. The unfortunate ones were stuck with gang leaders that somehow survived, the dictators that commanded the groups like slaves.
Even after all this, it still wasn’t as bad as the next disaster.
A deep feminine voice from the sky had reached ears of anyone that still had ears. At first nobody knew what it was, then we saw the soldiers. Then we knew. In the minute that spanned over the talking, utter silence ensued, as if the infected had shut up to listen. Of course, it was general crap about “remaining calm” as they eloquently put it, but the last part really got us. The firebombings were coming. The city was being quarantined, and survivors were to head to areas where the military had control of to be checked and “saved”. After two weeks, a series of incendiary bombing devices were to be dropped on the city, eliminating all organic life. The broadcast ended, and the silence continued for another minute.
The city was a deserted, barren, industrialised wasteland. The buildings looked out of place. The streets were coated in a deep red. Fires illuminated patches of smoke, bathing the city in a demonic red-orange light. Well, at least it fit the blood.
And that is how the city fell, and how my life began.
-End chapter 1