Post by Ryan on Oct 14, 2009 17:56:02 GMT -6
In the year 2013, in September, on Friday the 13, the Third World War ended. And the world was destroyed.
The atomic bomb used by the United States was made to look like a minor incident as the virus spread from Asia onward. The virus wiped out entire nations in mere weeks, killed over three-fourths the population of Europe within a few months. The world was thrown into a panic, chaos spreading across the world within six months.
No one knows how the virus spread, or why all of nature seemed to avoid it. Some believed, in their final moments, that God was punishing them for their treatment of the world and the creatures on it. Not that God is remembered today, not that there's anyone around to do the remembering.
Cities like London and Paris and New York are in ruble, forest and weeds and wild life have grown over even the most polluted of the land. Nothing remains that resembles civilization, save the ruins of the time before technology, the time before bombs and guns and cold blooded political wars. No human remains left on earth.
No true human, that is. During the Third World War, men attempted to become Gods, attempting to create their own version of humans. Most of the Experiments died, some driven to suicide, some to insanity. Others just seemed to fall off the earth. One fact remains, though; not a single one of these Experiments were killed by the virus.
The scientists plunged into human genetics, molding genes and splicing to create the perfect human-animal hybrid. Maybe this is why they survived when humans didn't; they weren't truly human. Other earlier creations were linked to animals, giving them the instincts of the animal itself. These two species of 'super soldiers' seemed to be unaffected by the virus, and spread around the world.
The problem? These hybrids had enough human in them to make the same mistakes, to commit the same sins, though on a different scale. Murder and rape, torture even, ran through the tribes of hybrids until few were left. The few that were left, the ones tired of the fighting, split from the rest, afraid and cautious as their parents had made them.
Thousands of years have passed, and animals rule the planet. No human has poked their head through the underbrush in a long, long while. Even the hybrids are gone...or are they?
The atomic bomb used by the United States was made to look like a minor incident as the virus spread from Asia onward. The virus wiped out entire nations in mere weeks, killed over three-fourths the population of Europe within a few months. The world was thrown into a panic, chaos spreading across the world within six months.
No one knows how the virus spread, or why all of nature seemed to avoid it. Some believed, in their final moments, that God was punishing them for their treatment of the world and the creatures on it. Not that God is remembered today, not that there's anyone around to do the remembering.
Cities like London and Paris and New York are in ruble, forest and weeds and wild life have grown over even the most polluted of the land. Nothing remains that resembles civilization, save the ruins of the time before technology, the time before bombs and guns and cold blooded political wars. No human remains left on earth.
No true human, that is. During the Third World War, men attempted to become Gods, attempting to create their own version of humans. Most of the Experiments died, some driven to suicide, some to insanity. Others just seemed to fall off the earth. One fact remains, though; not a single one of these Experiments were killed by the virus.
The scientists plunged into human genetics, molding genes and splicing to create the perfect human-animal hybrid. Maybe this is why they survived when humans didn't; they weren't truly human. Other earlier creations were linked to animals, giving them the instincts of the animal itself. These two species of 'super soldiers' seemed to be unaffected by the virus, and spread around the world.
The problem? These hybrids had enough human in them to make the same mistakes, to commit the same sins, though on a different scale. Murder and rape, torture even, ran through the tribes of hybrids until few were left. The few that were left, the ones tired of the fighting, split from the rest, afraid and cautious as their parents had made them.
Thousands of years have passed, and animals rule the planet. No human has poked their head through the underbrush in a long, long while. Even the hybrids are gone...or are they?
