Post by Island Admin on Jan 27, 2013 20:20:16 GMT -5
The year was 2015. We had just rang in the year when the infection began to spread. Celebration turned into panic as people flocked to the streets in an attempt to flee major cities. Right before your eyes your loved one fell ill. Fever soon followed...then death...and then life? No one is sure what occurred, but the dead rose and began feeding on the living. Broadcast on television told us to stay in our homes, but death was coming through the front doors, through windows. Panic ensued and everyone still living feared for their lives.
It's October 2015 and the remaining troops of armies around the world have stopped this infection in its tracks. Those who were not infected were taken to an isolated island on the Pacific to regroup and start over. Air planes flew in every day for two months until finally, one day, they stopped. There were no more survivors.
July 1, 2016. We've rebuilt. Grief no longer consumes our minds. We hear news that we may be able to return to our homes soon. For now it's still a rumor. All may not be lost.
