Post by Manah on Mar 25, 2019 18:52:31 GMT -5
MIST
(Picture by Shen Fei, all credit goes to them.)
15 years, 3 Months, 6 days since Outbreak
(Picture by Shen Fei, all credit goes to them.)15 years, 3 Months, 6 days since Outbreak
A new dawn rises upon the city. I can see it from here... the light reflecting upon the broken windows and the sharp edges of metal debris look almost beautiful. It looks so peaceful at the moment. In times like these, you almost forget the hell we live in. You almost forget the screams, the terror. The Mist. Almost like none of it happened. Almost like we're still living Back Then. When we weren't on the path to extinction. When we were at the top of the food chain. But then, reality kicks in. Then we sharpen our blades, we clean our guns, we load them full of ammo. Dreams are a nice distraction, but distractions will get you killed.
Nobody knows why it happened. The Event. The End. The Fall. Call it however you want, we all know what you mean anyway. The day the Earth opened up and all hell broke loose. The day those gigantic beasts crawled out from the dephts of the planet back to the surface, leaving the Mist in their wake, which in turn brought our nightmares to life. Brought our dead back to life to hunt us down. Whatever these things were... whatever they are... we call them Dragons, but they might as well be demons, or leviathans, or any other fancy name you can think of.
Oh, we fought, alright. You'd think we'd be better at destroying giant monsters with all of our bombs and tanks and aircrafts from Back Then. Turns out our weapons didn't fare so well against the friggin' Supernatural. The Dragons shrugged off everything we had. The tales even say they only grew stronger with everything we dished out. And the Mist didn't exactly favor us in that fight, either.
How many of us died that day? ...No idea. There weren't enough of us left to count, or care about doing so... and even more died in the weeks after that. Civilization collapsing onto itself as monsters suddenly outnumbered us when everyone with half a shred of reason didn't believe in them the day before. Everything we worked so hard, so long, to build... destroyed like nobody's business.
We survived. Somehow. Years passed, and we're still around. Turns out, not all of us were as vulnerable to the Mist. And those of us who were too weak to make it this far are long gone. But... there's not that many of us left now. And some of us went savage. Dumbasses who seem to think there isn't enough stuff out there trying to kill us, so they took it upon themselves to finish the job.
But there's still hope. We're still breathing. We're still fighting. And what doesn't kill us, only makes us stronger. After a long, dark, cold night... dawn always rises. Just like this one. We rise with it, and we stand strong against the tide. And this time... we finally have a fighting chance. We're fighting fire with fire.
And the Dragons are about to get burned.
