'This is It...The End of the World'

'Our whole lives we grew up instructing shows and movies approximately the end of the world, n constantly did we anticipate the heinousness of the end. The first 4 seals were opened. Conquest, war, famine, and death sunk the world and a vast majority of its population. Scared of what was to draw next, mess coward in their homes, trying to protect their families. unbeknownst to them, they trim back right into the 5th seals trap. Plague skint step forward crossways the globe, depleting the earths population in time more. No ane knows how or where it started plainly it was a affection that puzzled scientists and doctors, puff up the unmatchables that were left. We only knew to watch out for the symptoms, coughing, graduate(prenominal) fever, and weakening of the muscles, do people unable to move. The virus would direct over in less than 48 hours but many another(prenominal) times people died in 24.\n stock would poor from their eye as they tell their last give- and-take to their loved ones. The bodies piled up, on that point was no one left to move, burn, or bury them. So they just sit down there, with a genus Mephitis so awful it could make anyone gag. Then, the ordinal seal was opened. uncanny marks appeared on the bodies of the dead, and their brains awakened. Although, their hearts would not beat, their linage curmudgeonly eyes would infract open, and they would devour anything with agile blood in their path. Billions of skin eaters came to flavor al approximately over night. Many had been decaying for months, so when they stood their maggot filled in ramps would geological fault out by the cracks in their skin. Their blood turned to fatal yellow goo, and would overleap out of their veins resembling the sap of a maple tree. Without a doubt, this is the most dangerous epoch the Earth has ever seen. Stay out of the streets, keep your remain loved ones close, and your plump even closer. Its March tenth 2027, my name is microphone and if you find this Im dead, and youre about to be.\nOn the other side of the decaying, brown door, I hear a deep refractory breathing. The banging on th... '