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Two thousand and fourteen. I remember. Two thousand men fell ill. I remember. Days of horror, days of pain. I remember. Days when blood mixed with rain. We remember.
Part 1 The human body is an extremely fragile thing.
Six guys grabbed their pieces, as Honey unlocked and stepped through the door. In the corner a girl was huddled and crying, with another, half naked, passed out on the floor.
The virus spread faster None believed it at first Can't deny now this is a disaster Few knew ahead would be the worst Virus spreading through the bite The undeads rotted bloodied teeth The few of...
Tom slowly pushed the door made of pallets open. Harry through a grenade out, securing the area from any beasts or rivals for our territory. I kissed Mark lightly.
A idea I had for a story. Hope you like, if I get inspired enough,I might continue it. Please tell me your thoughts.
"Get....the.....fuck...off me!", In the struggle she let out a scream. Now she needed someone to save her. Maybe with 'Uncle Bob' she had been a bit extreme.
The garage was in lockdown, with it's heavy steel shutters all locked. There was a Bentley with it's roof down, and it's radio playing rock.
" quick!shouted our hero, " release the atomic earth crystal fluid, ten prox at a time until the chamber is empty!" "ten!?!" shouted his accomplice "Yeah, if we flood the recour engine biter now, we...
'Silence...
Chapter 7 "No, Vivos, The Caeruleus must have taken him" she says rather distraught.
CORRIDORS I'm running through these corridors and shadows fill my head of tall machines and brutal wars, of millions that are dead.
A strange man dressed in a long brown coat wondered the streets of London nothing was around him no birds, no cars andno humans.
[A little prologue to the final part of Weathered Worlds] “Come on, my daughter, we have to keep in the rain.
Four years have past. Four years since the night that changed my life forever. Everything that ever meant anything to me; my home, my friends, my family: all gone.
"What the-?" I stared at the ceiling, blinking into the harsh light blinding one side of my face, forcing me back onto the cold, dusty ground. Everywhere on my body ached.
#endoftime .....And then they sat back to reap what they did sow A few years on we still don't really know Just where did Babylon go Atlantis, Egyptians and the Mayans Just who did these humans...
Early at first light they left us in the house boarded up the windows shut the sunrise out emptied out our cupboards no bread, no milk, no jam left us only spirits and the head bones of a dog Early...
The dusty cobbled steps screeched beneath my untamed nails as my paws gently pressed against the cool street.
As he ran across the open fields, his two dogs by his side. The three of them travelled together, to keep each other alive. Society fell quickly, and chaos fell about.
A thick, pressing dust covers every inch of my world, as far as the eye can see. It chokes me, makes it hard to breathe. But I am used to not breathing.
This poem was based on my post appocalyptic rp. The city in 4000 years... Im in the city at the crack of dawn, Lurking in shadows is Satan's Spawn.
"So, you wanna tell me your name?" the young boy who is using his shiny knife to peel an apple sits across from me on a crate in the back of this moving jeep.
Afterward there shall be silence or at least stillness. Dust will blow down Greek Street, the uncollected bins overflowing.