Black Rain Chronicles
Prologue/Foreword
Alright, those of you who found this story by means of making me a favorite author or something of close origin… Thank you, and you're the shit. But to all the others who stumbled upon it, actually… this still includes the aforementioned people… but this story is in no way correlated with Hell's Half Acre. I have decided to put that story on hiatus for at least the time being. But now, onward we go to the ever-exciting somewhat version of a prologue.
This story's origins lie in a somewhat political standpoint, having to do with the BP situation in the gulf. The pollution that devastated that eco system ended up causing some.. Unforeseen problems. An unknown company has dumped another type of unknown pollution into the gulf and the mixture of the two caused an atmospheric phenomenon to occur; A black colored rain fell from the sky in the general areas of the gulf. It caused many people do be sick and later to turn grisly and violent. What the rest of the world saw through the filtered eye of the censored newscast, was that random outbreaks of violence had begun to spread throughout the gulf region, and in the days that followed, it began to spread its bloody fingers up northward through the southern United States. By the time the violence reaches Georgia it is well known that the violence was the product of an outbreak of a new strain of rabies spread by a wild animal to someone living on the Bayous of Louisiana, who then spread it onward by unknown means.
It is when the violence reaches the heart of South Carolina that our story begins. In a world where violence has become so common place we have desensitized ourselves to it, we will see the error of our ways. I hope you enjoy it.