Plauge

Scientific Observation

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Plague victims, as they gave in to the infection were observed, and noted to have loss of coordination, confusion, decrease in some mental functions and increase in others while in the early stages, In the later stages, increased aggression was noted, along with an increase in strength, which seemed offset the lack of coordination. Once in the final stages, their violent nature would become too mu
ch for normal restraints, and they would often break free, and over power even four doctors or more, biting and clawing which can infect anyone who is attacked; they also have a tendency to spit and throw saliva, as their glands go into over drive producing a large amount fluid. This presented the biggest threat outside of just breathing the same air in close proximity.

The Eagle

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Out on the rays of a misty morning sun, his hardened gaze vanished into the the horizon;
fading into the void of a dark new day, like the eagle finding freedom from horrors of death and the grasp of the hungry worm. On his brown, weathered face, the agony of many deaths
left their scars, as each deep line coursed through his skin like a trench carrying many sorrows to their grave. Whatever memories remained, remained locked somewhere inside his mind, somewhere safe from the savage death that took his world; that ripped it from his arms. Now in this strange new land, he would walk alone, as three fresh graves at his feet, would he leave behind; only a battered old shovel standing in the moist dirt, would stand watch over them. With a sack over his shoulder, and a shotgun in his arms, he disappeared into the unknown.

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The Infection Within/Tophet

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Day and night, the fires raged; reaching toward a silent heaven, thrashing in anger against an infected sky as the cold, nameless bodies of the damned were consumed en masse . With each corpse burned in the hungry flame, those few survivors felt one minute safer; one moment protected from the death, they could only hold off; the fate shared with those they destroyed for the second time. No end exists for the thing that stalks the human soul. The second death infects everyone.

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Hope after seperation/the shadow over tommorow

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"In this is dark new world, we must come to face the reality,
which has been forced upon us;
Our generation will have to survive if we want make a new home for those to come after.
We have to find it, no matter where it is, and make it, in any way possible.
That is our purpose now."

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Birth of the new resurrection

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As he staggered through the remains of the hospital hallway, a faint sound reached out from some unseen distance, from some corner of the void. As though it were the damned grabbing at the wings of an angle from beyond the torment of a darkened hell, it gripped tight, his attention in horrid desperation; unwilling to let go. As he slowly sought out the place where the sound festered, the numbness of his mind grew; the weakness continued to eat away. Leaning against the cold tile, the stinging chill nibbled on his skin. As he came upon a long forgotten doorway, he'd found the place that harbored the sound. Slowly pushing the door open, the stench rotten flesh greeted him, forcing its way into the deep pit of his stomach, as though it were try to consume him from the inside. Gazing down on the bed before him, lie a once living being, a creature of soul and mind; a woman who's life had once been one of hope and faith, who's dreams rested upon the child growing inside her, now the thing that was eating away at the womb that once harbored it. In a cradle of torn flesh and intestines, what remained was now a child of the damned. Into the night, its shrill cry echoed.

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When all the children lie down to sleep

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I saw legions of the fallen infesting the hearts of man as if they were swine, and over the land, walked the raving damned; the mad, tortured, and soulless; the condemned children of shattered paradise. After the remnants, they lusted; seeking to devour the last living flesh, even the smallest child who remained upon the earth. This was not the promised resurrection of the dead.

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Everything under the sun

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Under the heat of the dying sun, every ounce of fear and hate, and determination to survive bled through the pores of his sweat soaked skin, as he swung the heavy broad sword in savage desperation at the rushing monsters. Covered in the blood of the damned, as he slaughtered the relentless rabid, his arms became weak from the struggle; his legs became soft, as his heart rushed adrenaline through every vein. Running on fading strength, only the will of the soul could keep him going; only that unseen hope to live would be his saving grace. Everything he loved, and everything he knew was nothing more than a mindless cadaver; an infected abomination. By the hands of man, all that he loved had been murdered.

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Under the glow of sorrow

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The darkest days were already behind them, yet danger still loomed over them; like the loneliest rays of the moon upon a sinking grave, they would forever be bathed in its glow. No longer did the old world exist; now a savage new world would be their home, now they would live every moment, running on pure instinct, living and dying by survival. No more, would there be compassion or trust in any one, not even among each other, however, to be alone would be one's own demise.

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On Darker Horizons

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In his mind, faded images of their faces remained;
the terror in their eyes as they were ripped from his arms,
still burned hot within is grieving soul.
In his hands, he could still fee the grip of his children,
as though though they were still beside him, still being taken to safety;
still being protected from the rabid infected.
The shrill cries of suffering and confusion echoed on in his head.
Even tighter, he gripped the hatchet.

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