Prologue: How Did This All Happen?
Ominous clouds float across the dark sky, in both feeling and color, finally copying the events that are happening down there. People on the ground walk, limp, and crawl around, moaning from hunger. They look for survivors on the godforsaken place, probably all over the world, and quickly turn them into the same monster. So far, me and a couple others have survived the longest from the massacre, but sooner or later we'll all become extinct. The only thing that is keeping us from being killed is the hope that a cure will be found, one that can save everyone we love. But first we have to find out how this happened. That question has been vibrating in my head ever since the first death day.
"How did this all happen?"
Everyone has been asking that, making it their goal to find out. I've never told anyone, but my goal wasn't to find the answer, that is more of a second objective, but my primary goal is to find my true love. I may have already found him, but I don't know how he feels about me. I would ask, but I'm just too scared, but I guess that's normal for us teens. Even if he does ask me out, I don't know what we'll do with monsters crawling every restaurant in my hometown.
A scream reaches my ears, and I look down to see another doomed survivor futilely fighting about fifty of those beasts. I would have jumped and go save him, but he is already trapped against a wall, and the first monster has already grabbed hold of his arm. It jumps and bites the survivor's neck, and the scream pierces my heart, like every other doomed scream, and triggering another sense of failure. But I continue to watch as the man's flesh is ripped off, showing muscle and bone, blood oozing out onto the pavement. The creatures pile onto him, and only clothing and flesh visibly fly up. If I saw this before, I would have thrown up everything in my stomach here and now. But I've grown used to gore flying everywhere and blood spewing like a fountain, since I pretty much see it almost every day. I just continue to stare at the blood fest, arm resting on my ruby hilt of my sword.
"How did this all happen?"
The sword has been my close companion since the very first day. Because of it and my will, I have survived everything that has gotten in my way. I have called it Crimson Whisperer, since it attacks silently and stained with the blood of the monsters. I take it with me everywhere, even in the bathroom, because you never know when someone will attack. It is my friend, but has also been a murderer, as well as me.
I have used it to also kill my loved ones that have fallen to the sickness. The weapon has killed my friends, my family, my old crush, and has destroyed the innocent. And the killing still continues in my life with no way to avoid it. The problem with my killing spree is that I seem to enjoy it. Whenever I go into battle, something inside me surfaces and my vision and reflexes sharpens. I practically laugh at the carnage, becoming a murderer, an assassin, it frightens me. My worst fear is that I'll go out of control and kill my surviving friends. I will never forgive myself if I do.
"How did this all happen?"
You're all probably wondering whose talking and what event I am talking about.
What happened is that an illness has spread all over the world, turning everyone into carnivorous beings. I couldn't believe it at first since something like that should only be real in stories, and yet it's staring at me in the face. That disease has ruined my life and scarred me beyond recognition, changing me inside and out. Even my own brother doesn't recognize me. Of course, everyone has changed beyond recognition as they live in the place that now has become Hell.
My name is Mary Test, and I welcome you to the Apocalypse.