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--Reminder to everyone, This is a chapter of a book that me and Dom are working on together, this chapter is subjected to change. --

Prologue

The year is 2015. Simple words can't describe the World's current conditions, it can't be said by mere words alone. Back in 2012, many believed the World was going to end, would have been more accurate if they said 2015, but we're humans and we are subjected to mistakes... right?

It was around January that it really began. It was first just some kind of rumor that no one believed, like gravity; Until Isaac Newton came around, eating people. Once February came around, everyone was in the fear of running and hiding.. but it was already too late. The infection grew too vast for anyone to stop it then and thousands after thousands were dinner. Many were too afraid as others tried to hold down a fort to keep the infection out, but all failed.

By March, many of the survivors, who were few, wondered where the Army was and why they didn't come earlier and at all. Some tried to get contact to D.C. but all the land lines were already cut off . Some even braved the hordes of monsters to make it to others to warn them, but they met their ends by dead-ends. The other states already knew their fate and sealed them all in.

All of them are fated to die under an infection. However, when the sky gets polluted with light, even a single star can shine, so why can't they? But the Government wants to turn a blind eye rather than help. They say they'll "help" but really, they just waste their cash on stupid crap and wars.

And by June, the communication to any sort of survivor seems lost and dead. The Government wants to bomb them. The rest of Humanity wants to save them. The Church wants to pray for them. But one man will do something, Something no one will ever do.

If Humans are subjected to failure, then where are zombies left to do?