Post by ♚ GHOST ♚ on Dec 22, 2014 19:59:59 GMT -5
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[googlefont="Istok+Web"][googlefont="Open+Sans+Condensed:300"]There came a time where humanity became too arrogant. Too deluded in their quest for true freedom, conflicting with their desires to keep their masses controlled.
There came a time, where the underlying bloodlust of men and women tucked away in offices were great, and the young men and women of their countries paid the price.
There came a time where innocent blood spilled in dust wasn't enough, and then came the bombs and missiles.
Then came the Blight. A devastating disease that rendered half the population decaying before their hearts stopped, and left nothing but bloated rotting bodies in its wake. There was no cure, nothing could be done to stop it. A few years passed and a chip was developed to be implanted under the skin to prevent infection from spreading, and it worked. It worked until it began to mutate people. Named Echos for their echo on human life these modified zombie-like creatures were fast and free-thinking. They craved blood and flesh and took it when they could, attacking cities in hordes. Not everyone mutated. Most were left alone, and the governments soon realized if they walled their cities, the Echos lost interest and wandered around the outside wastelands.
There came a time, where a rebellion began fighting back against the rules and regulations of the government put in place to protect from the Echos. They were fighting for their chance to battle the Echos and live outside the walls, for the chance to communicate with the Echos but even more insistently, for the right to choose to not get the injection. Tensions skyrocketed and battles within the city became frequent. Holes were blown in the walls. The Echos invaded.
There came a time, where Mother Nature took matters into her own hands.
2042 came and was swept away by typhoons, tsunamis, earthquakes, volcanoes, and horrible storms ravaged the Earth. The seas boiled, the ice caps melted, and terrible flooding washed away most of the population of the planet. The land was rendered desolate and decayed, and less than 2% of the population was left alive. People came together in this time of disaster, and they rebuilt their cities. Government aid came from those who survived in positions in power, and they came together. They built walls and domes over their cities to protect from the toxic atmosphere.
The rebellion lived on in a few members, who changed their ultimate goal. They called out to those huddled in the domes, letting others fight their battles. The rebellion members were infected, their chips torn from tender skin. They didn't die, they survived with little side effects and they fought the Echos that attacked them. They called to others to join them, outside the domes and into the ruined world to live freely in a world where they didn't need to wait for rations. Where there was no curfew put in place to keep them in line. Where military brutality and fear didn't run rampant.
Where do you stand when the world is torn to shreds? In the domes? In the whispered rebellion? Or alone, in the wreckage of ghost towns?
There came a time, where the underlying bloodlust of men and women tucked away in offices were great, and the young men and women of their countries paid the price.
There came a time where innocent blood spilled in dust wasn't enough, and then came the bombs and missiles.
Then came the Blight. A devastating disease that rendered half the population decaying before their hearts stopped, and left nothing but bloated rotting bodies in its wake. There was no cure, nothing could be done to stop it. A few years passed and a chip was developed to be implanted under the skin to prevent infection from spreading, and it worked. It worked until it began to mutate people. Named Echos for their echo on human life these modified zombie-like creatures were fast and free-thinking. They craved blood and flesh and took it when they could, attacking cities in hordes. Not everyone mutated. Most were left alone, and the governments soon realized if they walled their cities, the Echos lost interest and wandered around the outside wastelands.
There came a time, where a rebellion began fighting back against the rules and regulations of the government put in place to protect from the Echos. They were fighting for their chance to battle the Echos and live outside the walls, for the chance to communicate with the Echos but even more insistently, for the right to choose to not get the injection. Tensions skyrocketed and battles within the city became frequent. Holes were blown in the walls. The Echos invaded.
There came a time, where Mother Nature took matters into her own hands.
2042 came and was swept away by typhoons, tsunamis, earthquakes, volcanoes, and horrible storms ravaged the Earth. The seas boiled, the ice caps melted, and terrible flooding washed away most of the population of the planet. The land was rendered desolate and decayed, and less than 2% of the population was left alive. People came together in this time of disaster, and they rebuilt their cities. Government aid came from those who survived in positions in power, and they came together. They built walls and domes over their cities to protect from the toxic atmosphere.
The rebellion lived on in a few members, who changed their ultimate goal. They called out to those huddled in the domes, letting others fight their battles. The rebellion members were infected, their chips torn from tender skin. They didn't die, they survived with little side effects and they fought the Echos that attacked them. They called to others to join them, outside the domes and into the ruined world to live freely in a world where they didn't need to wait for rations. Where there was no curfew put in place to keep them in line. Where military brutality and fear didn't run rampant.
Where do you stand when the world is torn to shreds? In the domes? In the whispered rebellion? Or alone, in the wreckage of ghost towns?
Quixotic of GS
