Dawn of humanity: I am the last of the original humans

In the year 2852, within the fourth district of the Underbelly of Silver city, humanity’s fragile existence faced its darkest hour. The first mass outbreak of Parasite infections in over 80 years took place. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the cobbled streets, the air thickened with tension. As the people's faces etched with fear, clung to their homes and petrified in the streets. Children huddled in corners; their eyes wide with terror and confusion, who could blame them. And then it happened; the outbreak, a number of people reaching five hundred started randomly attacking and devouring one another, this seemed to be happening all over Silver city debris rained down from the upper district, the infection increased with each encounter. The people scattered; their screams lost in the chaos. Families torn apart; homes reduced to rubble. The Parasite’s—mindless, insatiable—descended upon humanity. The once￾safe streets ran red with blood; it was the survival of the fittest friend turned against friend and sibling against sibling each running for dear life. And so, humanity was brought to a rude awakening, deprived of the safety we once felt and fallen prey to fear and uncertainty once more