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 oncesafe 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
BaeMontero · SF
