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Super-Earth
- Joined
- Sep 22, 2012
It always starts with a man in a white lab coat telling everyone that everything is going to be alright. Well fuck that, cause it's not alright and everything went to Hell, pretty damn fast. It started with a small town Colorado, a test subject showing signs of regenerative muscle tissue but soon it showed too much progress as the subject began to become very angry and freakishly violent. The lab was first to fall once the subject infected more people but soon the military was sent in and cleaned up the situation. Well they thought they had cleaned up the situation since a few of the infected made it into the surrounding forest. They were eventually hunted down but not before they had infected the wildlife and the dead animals bodies would infect the rivers and streams. Eventually that water would make it to the reservoir and though it was cleaned, the disease still made it through and infected the humans with a lowered immune systems. They soon turned and were able to infect other humans. By now you probably know the end result, an out of control virus that laid waste to the United States then the world. It only took a couple of years for the world to revert back to a primitive state where people had to fight for survival and work for what they wanted. Needless to say, a lot of stock brokers and CEO's didn't make it. They soon found out that money was worthless and no one would protect them for something that no longer had value.
Now, ten years after the fall of human civilization the humans are still the dominant species on Earth, just some of them are blood thirsty mutants, some are intelligent mutants but still kill humans for the food. All in all, it was a shit world to live in and only those who fought strong enough survived. The once busy cities were ghost towns with overgrown plant life and abundant with mutants. Now the big cities were traded for smaller towns that were one of two fashions, either a fortress, blocked off with fencing, walls or crushed vehicles and other debris, or make-shift towns that were moved everyday as to not warrant attention and for safety reasons. The fortress towns were nice and all though sometimes too dangerous due to mutants overtaking them. It wasn't common for a town to be taken over, but it has happened a few times over the last ten years. Once thing that the virus did do that was good, or seen as good by some, it increased the growth rate of plants and animals. Deer and other wildlife still roam the lands abundantly and though yes they do have the virus inside, they don't mutate until death. Same for the humans, all of them have the virus inside of them and only when they die will the virus take over. In order to kill the hose properly, you had to sever the brain stem of every creature or person you kill. Swift hit with the machete, bullet to the back of the neck, or the middle of the forehead, it all worked.
Now this brings us to Northern California, where Colt Griffin finds himself traveling down a country road surrounded by trees. He had a camping bag on his back, cargo pants that were black along with combat boots. his pockets were filled with all sorts of things, from first aid to ammo. A knife was around one shin and a small .45 pistol around the other. At his side he had a machete and a shotgun on his camping bag that was accessible rather easily. He had a .357 revolver in a holster under his right arm along with a jacket over it. Under the jacket was a simple long sleeved under armor shirt that kept him cool. Colt was a large man, who ten years ago was a 17 year old prospect to play football. He was always a large person and could build muscle rather easily, so he obviously loved football. Once his family was taken from him by the virus he went his own way, a lone-wolf that traveled West from Alabama and then recently started traveling north from California. He figures that he would settle down in the arctic wasteland that is Alaska or somewhere heavily wooded like Oregon. Either way, he kept traveling, hoping to one day find peace and return to somewhat of a normal life.
Now, ten years after the fall of human civilization the humans are still the dominant species on Earth, just some of them are blood thirsty mutants, some are intelligent mutants but still kill humans for the food. All in all, it was a shit world to live in and only those who fought strong enough survived. The once busy cities were ghost towns with overgrown plant life and abundant with mutants. Now the big cities were traded for smaller towns that were one of two fashions, either a fortress, blocked off with fencing, walls or crushed vehicles and other debris, or make-shift towns that were moved everyday as to not warrant attention and for safety reasons. The fortress towns were nice and all though sometimes too dangerous due to mutants overtaking them. It wasn't common for a town to be taken over, but it has happened a few times over the last ten years. Once thing that the virus did do that was good, or seen as good by some, it increased the growth rate of plants and animals. Deer and other wildlife still roam the lands abundantly and though yes they do have the virus inside, they don't mutate until death. Same for the humans, all of them have the virus inside of them and only when they die will the virus take over. In order to kill the hose properly, you had to sever the brain stem of every creature or person you kill. Swift hit with the machete, bullet to the back of the neck, or the middle of the forehead, it all worked.
Now this brings us to Northern California, where Colt Griffin finds himself traveling down a country road surrounded by trees. He had a camping bag on his back, cargo pants that were black along with combat boots. his pockets were filled with all sorts of things, from first aid to ammo. A knife was around one shin and a small .45 pistol around the other. At his side he had a machete and a shotgun on his camping bag that was accessible rather easily. He had a .357 revolver in a holster under his right arm along with a jacket over it. Under the jacket was a simple long sleeved under armor shirt that kept him cool. Colt was a large man, who ten years ago was a 17 year old prospect to play football. He was always a large person and could build muscle rather easily, so he obviously loved football. Once his family was taken from him by the virus he went his own way, a lone-wolf that traveled West from Alabama and then recently started traveling north from California. He figures that he would settle down in the arctic wasteland that is Alaska or somewhere heavily wooded like Oregon. Either way, he kept traveling, hoping to one day find peace and return to somewhat of a normal life.
