A thick book was found deep inside the decaying construct that appeared to have been a home to some folk who had survived the infection. Who knew if they fell or made it out of here alive, but for sure the area was quite large and appeared to once hold many people, safe from the terrors of outside. Flicking through the pages the script of what could be assumed to be a Journal of someone who had once lived here, his rank and status unknown. This is his story...
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My name is Neyvn , and if you are reading this we are properly dead or have succeeded in escaping the Mainland. I prays say that it was the former. I am writing this Journal as a way to remember our struggle to survive the world it is today and the troubles that come along with it. It has been a long time since the so called Medical Breakthrough changed the world, it promised to bring Immortality, a way to live forever. It did that, as an Undead monster. You no longer needed to eat, but became so hungry, you no longer felt emotions, but your anger rose, you no longer needed to breath, so your organs stopped working, you no longer needed to think. So your Instincts took over. And those instincts lead those that took this medical curse to violence, ravaging and disgusting acts that were once fiction, now come reality...
Those of us that did not take this medicine were originally seen as outcasts, freaks. Still we remain outcasts but no longer are we the Freaks. Those that did not move fast enough were attacked, killed and reborn like them, the infection that was the medicine passing from Host to Victim and continuing the cycle to whatever poor soul they found, those that lived past the initial shock of the change escaped the cities and towns to the country side, from a place where they could be around the corner at any moment and you would never know. We collected whatever resources we could from the deserted homes and villages we pass, every now and then a few would stop and attempt to fortify and live their lives somewhere while others pressed on in search for a way out of this nightmare. Though I never could say that either choice was wise or safe as you could at least outrun them if you saw them first. Ever awake, never resting or stopping...
A few months ago our group had grown tired of our march and wished to join with a small community we stumbled across, but they declined us entrance, not enough food or shelter they claimed, bring the Infected we would as they stated. Turned away from their Gates we were. At first my hate for the people behind those walls was great until that night we camped on a Cliffside high above them. A red glow rose over the light yellow that had been there before, screams wafting up the cliff face on the wind and Gunshots vibrating against the stone face. We had brought the Infected was my first thought but on looking through the Spyglass down at the camp I saw the truth, it was a Hoard, a mass of Infected that just swept across the country, growing with each settlement they destroyed and devoured. Fear rippled up my throat as I let the Spyglass slip from my fingers, a fool moved as it became lost to the forest below. The next morning we headed northwards, the smell of Seasalt reaching our noses when we came down the other side of that mountain, an idea striking us all in turn, we could build a ship, and escape the Mainland and head out to sea and find a new area to call home. Perhaps an Island or something. But right now, that is but a dream. We are short on supplies, weapons and ammunition. But perhaps we can scavenging from the land and build a settlement here, against the Sea and its waves. It was a double edged plan, with our backs to the water we were able to defend from one direction, but if that defence fell we would have nowhere to go. Its risky, but I know we can do it...
Tomorrow is the first of Spring, the day we begin our work to secure our new home and safehaven. Walls will be needed, a farm to be built for food and whatever we can scavange from the land is a must. But who knows, Our Fortune has Peaked here at our new home. Fortunespeak...
Shut up, I know I am cheesy...
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