Sierra-117
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Sep 25, 2014
The sound of low moaning filled the almost deserted town. The road was heavily cracked, the tarmac split in multiple areas due to neglect and not being cared for, leaves and other debris littering both the road and the sidewalk. The buildings were in disrepair, some crumbling, others having trees and other shrubbery spouting out from inside them. A few were still left standing fairly much in tact, although they had weeds, litter, debris and dust around and inside them. The streets, however, weren't completely devoid of life. If you could call the zombies roaming around alive, looking for their next feast, only driven by that desire.
It had been 50 years since "The Event". The event that had wiped out most of humanity and left the Earth a barren wasteland, filled by monsters and creatures out to use humans. No-one could have predicted the last great war would lead to the neutron bomb being used, a deviation from nuclear bombs. However, the effects had been catastrophic. It had instantly killed a lot of people and habitats, turning them into either barren wastelands, corrupted forests or weird swamp lands. However, for any inside the radius that weren't vaporised, something a lot worse happened. They were turned into disgusting monsters. The lucky ones, like the zombies now roaming the town, had just died and been reanimated into walking corpses. Others weren't so lucky, sentient beings who were deformed, went mad and become horrible creatures, feeding off death, sex and corruption.
Some humans had survived, and there were multiple safe zones in multiple countries. Some humans had even been made better, the blast leading to some being given powers, and the children born after all had some power or another. The woman trying to flee the town had been one of them. She had heard on a working radio she had managed to fix about another, Liberty, on the other side of the country. She had stopped in the town to try and gather more supplies before heading out, but had soon been over-run by the zombies. These zombies had smelt the woman, smelt how fresh she was. They had been drawn to her, and now they were upon her, wanting to feast in her by fucking her senseless, not stopping until she could go no more.
It had been 50 years since "The Event". The event that had wiped out most of humanity and left the Earth a barren wasteland, filled by monsters and creatures out to use humans. No-one could have predicted the last great war would lead to the neutron bomb being used, a deviation from nuclear bombs. However, the effects had been catastrophic. It had instantly killed a lot of people and habitats, turning them into either barren wastelands, corrupted forests or weird swamp lands. However, for any inside the radius that weren't vaporised, something a lot worse happened. They were turned into disgusting monsters. The lucky ones, like the zombies now roaming the town, had just died and been reanimated into walking corpses. Others weren't so lucky, sentient beings who were deformed, went mad and become horrible creatures, feeding off death, sex and corruption.
Some humans had survived, and there were multiple safe zones in multiple countries. Some humans had even been made better, the blast leading to some being given powers, and the children born after all had some power or another. The woman trying to flee the town had been one of them. She had heard on a working radio she had managed to fix about another, Liberty, on the other side of the country. She had stopped in the town to try and gather more supplies before heading out, but had soon been over-run by the zombies. These zombies had smelt the woman, smelt how fresh she was. They had been drawn to her, and now they were upon her, wanting to feast in her by fucking her senseless, not stopping until she could go no more.