The world ended at night. October 6th, 2020, 10:32 PM, to be exact. Anyone on the streets panicked, blood covering the walls of buildings. The virus killed everyone. Everyone except for those who stayed inside. No one outside could get inside, and those who did, died immediately after. It could only affect you at night. Widespread panic occurred quickly. There were quarantines issued, but whoever had the virus died anyways. Body after blood-smeared body on the streets. Only about a 3%, a handful, of the human race survived.
Salisbury, Maryland. A small city by most people's standards, but the carnage occurred here, like everywhere else. A surprising amount survived here. About 100 people. There is trading and interaction, but not all is right. There have been sightings. Of creatures...things. Moving in the night. People have gone missing. Everyone now carries a weapon. Worst of all, people have turned against each other.
No one knows where the virus came from, and why it can only survive at night. All we know is that our future is looking grim.
Aaron stood at the window, sighing. Today was his fifteenth birthday, and also the third year anniversary of the virus appearing. As soon as he saw the sun starting to disappear from the horizon, he locked up the window, making sure that air couldn’t get in. He walked to the main control room of the grocery store him and his sister were staying at, and turned off the air vents. As an extra precaution, he put on his gas mask, sighing. He walked back upstairs and plopped into a lawn chair, his sniper rifle leaning against it. “It’s going to be a long night.”
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