The world is a barren plain of destruction. All that remains is a crumbling ruin now home to disease; a miasma of corrupting filth. Upon the surface, a cloud of shadows trail with them a poison. A venom that decays all that it touches. With it, the living succumb and the dead rise.
It is here I find myself alone. The last of the living. A survivor doomed to walk a lonesome road. All I can do is choose to keep on going. To continue on with what the others could not. To stay alive.
Sadly, that is but a fading dream. The dead walk this earth with an unrelenting hunger. They stumble through the ashes of my world, feasting upon all that they come across. There is no hope for me. There will be no salvation. I will eventually fall to the masses, that I know. I will collapse under their weight and soon, I will join them. For this is now the realm of the dead, the living are not welcome.
It is here where I will find my place of dying.
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