-Summary-
The world as we know it is gone. Government is dead, and their final horrific experiment now threatens to kill us all. Zombies now roam the world seeking only to eat whatever meat they can. My friends disappeared a long time ago. Who knows if they're even still alive, but I can't worry about them now. As leader of a small group of humans, I have a much higher priority than just searching for my friends. We've lived through the apocalypse. Now, it's time to Rebuild.
Order from chaos. That is how we live now that the world is over. Everywhere you may go, there is destruction. Everything is tainted. There is no innocence in this world. There is only the grim knowledge that we few humans have survived, because we are strong.
Forgive my completely dreadful outlook on life. Where are my manners? My name is Yugi Muto. Perhaps you've heard of me. King of Games? Duel Monsters Champion? In a former life, these titles may have meant something to me. You see, games are my passion.. but I'm not as enthusiastic about them as I once was. That may have something to do with the loss of my friends nearly two years ago, and also the fact that as time progressed in our post-apocalyptic world games became just a bit more gruesome. From pin the tail on the donkey to pin the shot on the zombie.
Zombies.
We've become so used to them. We call them Zed, a little wordplay on the first letter. Of course, they're the reason our world exists. Well them and our former government's need for more power. Government. Ha! Zeds were their solution to nuclear weapons. How could something die if it was already dead? Ironically, their scientists, who oh-so vehemently denied the existence of magic, ended up combining it with their high-tech laboratories. Of course, with all their knowledge and technology they still couldn't comprehend the true power behind magic. Their end result? Our good ole undead neighbors.
They couldn't control the vicious bloodthirsty creatures they'd created. So ultimately their invention became their painful end. However, instead of being able to contain them as it was originally thought, the huge heavily-guarded facilities they were kept in served as a breeding ground. Eventually, one managed to escape.
With that, our fates were sealed. First, it was only rumours. Then, our nightmares became reality. Within three months, every major city in the United States was overrun. Three months later, they migrated overseas. In just nine months, the world was silent.
Our great world brought nearly to its end in just nine months. Not even a year. With the "End of the World" came also the disappearance of my friends.
My friends.
There was a time when they were what I lived for. Literally. We had so many adventures together. Each of them had their own little quirks, but I'm afraid going into further detail will serve only to make me more sad than I usually am. Please forgive me for stopping so abruptly. I have found that living in the past is not a healthy obsession. I've seen many fall to their grief or their guilt of the past. I can't afford such a luxury. To wallow in your own self-pity. I have more than just myself to worry about. For the sake of my clan, I have to be strong. For the sake of my new friends, I must move on.
Please review! I need some constructive criticism...and some compliments if it doesn't kill you.