The earth is a messy place, especially now. A hundred years ago, people were just dreaming of the apocalypse, like dealing with mindless beasts that want to kill you would be fun . Well, it’s not. You want my opinion? It stinks. Speaking of mindless beasts, we’ve got those too, and they’re called. . . the Mindless. Real original, I know. Apparently the government got a bunch of super smart science dudes to make a biochemical virus thing that turned people into mindless shells. Really rude of them, I know.
I guess they were tired of us messing up the earth, so they started the ‘ Revaluation ’. Creating the Mindless was supposed to be the first step in ‘reevaluating the earth’. Personally, I think they were evaluating human life, but hey, I’m just a dumb weapons specialist, what do I know?
Anyhow, the Mindless are tearing everything up and burning cities and whatnot. They look totally normal, which is really creepy because they can’t talk, and it’s hard to tell if they’re monster or man. Unless you seriously wound them and they don’t die. That’s a pretty good indacator, I guess. Oh, and I forgot to add, they want me dead.
Why? Eh heh, listen up, because this is where it gets weird (and really annoying). So, I guess not all the science guys are evil, and one of them put the antidote to the stuff into a popular drink brand. How do I know this? Iiiii found his journal. But just when life seems like it might look up again, something has to come along and bonk you on the head. Basically, he didn’t say what drink he put it in. But hey, I guess I drank it, at least!
To sum the whole mess up, there’s a few people who still have brains, (I’m one of them, even if my brother would insist otherwise) and we’re just tryin’ to stay alive. Future looks real bright, I know. Some of us are hiding, but there’s others who want to ‘fight the good fight’ or whatever. Which am I? Ehhh, neither. I’m just in it for the ride, and I’ve only met a few fighters. They call themselves ‘The Guardians’. They’re trying to cure everyone, or something.
But enough about everyone else, let’s get back to my favorite topic; me! I’m a weapons specalist. -finger guns- When the Mindless dudes invaded my house (seriously, they didn’t even knock!), I ran away, like the brave chick I am. So now I’m stuck on this freezing cold mountain, trying to figure out what the heck I’m gonna do next.
Moral of the story. . . Actually, this story doesn’t have one, because this is real life, not some fun bedtime tale. A word of advice, tho, think before you make a bad decision, because you never know what’ll come After . . .