Hey guys, I'm replacing Last Legacy with this story because, well... I had no idea what to write for LL and I've had this idea for a while. This is going to be a journal/diary type of story, which is why the font looks like scribbled out handwriting, because it is. Hope you guys enjoy, this is just a prologue so it's kind of short. Please remember to review if you like it, that's one of the main reasons I discontinued LL because it got 75 views but only 2 reviews so it seems like no one liked it.
"Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten, that was the law; and this mandate, down out of the depths of Time, he obeyed." Now, I don't remember who said that, or where it was from. Hell, I don't remember most of the shit that was going on before the Outbreak. But, looking back... I remembered that quote, for that was the law of the land. There were two types of people. The killers, and the dead. For some reason people think it would've been fun to be me. Boy, I tell you I wouldn't wish my experiences upon my worst enemy. The hell I went through, the horror... You wanna know what it felt like? You wake up every morning not knowing if you ever will wake up again. Your first thought is "Who's gonna die today?" You spend the whole day just... surviving. No thoughts, no emotions, just kill, eat, sleep and repeat. Come to think of it we were just like the zombies ourselves. Then, night rolls in like a black tide, and when it leaves, it takes a piece of you with it. The memory of who you were before falls further into that dark abyss. We were doctors, teachers, fathers, sons. But so were they. These... monsters. They lost the light behind their eyes, and the darker the day gets the more vicious they become. We were all that was left. And we fought every day to hold on to what made us good, what made us human. So, every day is a battle, and every night, we lose more of ourselves to the darkness. I ask you one question, what happens when all that was good in us is gone? What would that monster look like?