Notes:
Hey, y'all! I have finally returned to the world of fanfiction. I've been very uninspired for the past few months and this idea came to me today. This is mostly just a preface, so that's why it's so short. I promise the future chapters will be much longer than this. This preview is mainly just to create the setting and give all the background information for what's happened in the world.
Also, for those of you wondering about my fanfic Mountains, I will be updating it along with this. I have rediscovered inspiration for it, so I'm planning on writing it again. I'm also going to be writing this too. However, Mountains will come first since there's only like two chapters left, so updates for The End will be a little slow - which with me is no surprise. Anyways, continue on with your reading. I promise I'm done rambling now and you can read the preface.
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They could still remember how it all happened. One day there was peace and quiet; everything was natural and just right. The country was becoming better and better each minute. The supposed depression that people were fearing had seemed to stop and money became less of a problem. People were getting jobs and life seemed to be getting better. Everyone was happy and there were less people living on the streets. No one expected anything bad to happen. Nothing bad was supposed to happen.
One minute everyone was living in luxury. The next thing they all knew everything crashed and all the money was gone. The president was assassinated the next day. Soon enough, all of congress was running and hiding and being murdered. The nation was falling apart and no one could seem to stop it. Everyone was running. The streets became the worst place possible for anyone to be. If you were walking on the streets, there was a high chance you'd be shot and killed. Stores were being robbed and everyone seemed to be on the run.
What was left of the government that hadn't run away and hadn't been killed decided to stop this madness. They each discussed many different plans of getting rid of the cities that seemed to be causing the most trouble. All of their possibilities were mass murder of an area, but at the moment, they were all corrupt so they didn't care about the wellbeing of the nation. They could not care less about the innocent people hiding in their homes in these places, trying to escape the insanity just like them. After a year of discussion, these few government officials finally decided to drop bombs on the cities just like they had done to Hiroshima and Nagasaki in Japan many years ago. After they dropped the bombs to destroy the buildings and kill most of the citizens, they then let off gas bombs that let off a disease that killed most people almost instantly.
The government thought that everyone had died, but little did they know that very few people survived the bombs. These few citizens in all these cities felt abandoned by the people they thought would help them. Some cities formed groups where they planned rebellions against the government. Even places that hadn't been hurt were shocked and planned their own ways to avenge their fellow citizens - some of which had been friends or family to these people. No one was happy about this except the officials who no longer cared about the wellbeing of the nation.
In the destroyed and deserted streets of Los Angeles were a few teenagers who had miraculously survived. They had all met up at their high school, hoping that maybe a few others had survived too. Some were shocked to see who had made it out of the bombings and glad to see that others had survived. Now these few teenagers must somehow survive in their destroyed city. However, what they don't know is that the disease is mutating the bodies of the people it killed and the others who survived are forming gangs and on the hunt for supplies and will kill anyone who gets in their way. To these few teenagers this could possibly be the end of their story.