Diary Entry One:
29-05-15
Privet, diary.
I've never really found a reason to use you, but now is the time. If there is to be a world beyond what it is now, then future generations shall know the pain and suffering we have lived through today.
The world has turned to complete.. shit, I shall say. I know, I know. It's been shit really the whole time it's been around, but now... now there's no trace of humanity left within us. Upon the streets, you witness men(Although, I'm unsure that you can refer to them as "men" any longer.) gnawing at the flesh of other men. They're decomposing right before our very eyes, and all we can do is stand and watch in horror.
That is, those who aren't willing to fight back.
You see, a few years earlier, American scientists who have mastered the art of psychogenetics engineered a type of virus called Inxiognus that can take over the mind of a human quicker than it can be fought back against. It leaves a brain dead and controls the body for its own with all thoughts, memories, and feelings long gone.
It was originally created for chemical warfare. The opposing forces had taken the chemicals and reproduced them, turning them over to the black market so they could be sold. Though, one man had a very malicious intent once he bought the product. He released it on ordinary German citizens, and within a few hours, the streets of Berlin were filled with apathetic, ravenous savages. Only now, it's worldwide.
The virus is spread when one of these Duskrashners(What I refer to them as, or Dusks for short.) bites an uninfected person, but of course they will not stop there. The goal of a Dusk is to fully consume the flesh of a person. But their senseless and merciless gnawing can only be stopped if they are pierced through the brain. Though, if a man is bit, he will have to amputate that area of the body, or he himself will be stumbling around in search of a meal.
There have been attempts at creating a cure, but nothing so far has been able to reverse the affects of Inxiognus. Hope was quickly lost, and many survivors turned to God, praying for Him to save this damned world from the Hell that has been raised upon it. Others stuck with only their weapons and sharp wits.
Of course, the number of survivors left within the world is unknown. Since the fall of humanity, people have split up into groups and scattered across the globe in fear of drawing all of the Dusks into one area. Although, we would all be much more powerful if we were to unite our forces.
The way things are now.. it's a bad idea to make any sort of emotional relationship with one another. Their friendly, happy, smiling face today could be a bloody, hateful, and disappearing one tomorrow. The reality is, you're never safe, no matter where you are or who you're with. The only way out of this mess is death itself.
If anyone is reading this, let this be your most reliable, and possibly only, firsthand written document to the truth of your past, and the reality to our present.