The Dawning

In the Beginning

When the creatures came, the world didn't know how to respond. The last thought we had was about how to kill the dead. The people who we once knew; those that still held places within our hearts.

That was our first mistake.

It wasn't until parents started tearing apart their children and children slaughtered whole families that we realized that those we love are no longer human. Cities then started housing refugees in hopes of gathering the last of humanity and shuttering themselves away; all were accepted as long as they were human.

That was our second mistake.

People who were either bitten or scratched then Turned into the very beasts we tried to exterminate. Entire countries became infected,their camps nothing more than a buffett for the beasts. What was left of humanity banded behind walls made of wood and steel, only the bravest, or foolish, of us remained outside the walls. We thought that eventually, these beasts, these Roamers, would fall back into the graves they crawled out of. All we had to do was wait them out.

That was our final mistake.

Not many of us remain now. I've met others before, and I can count them all on one hand. I don't have enough appendages, however, to count all of the Roamers that I have ended. It's a delicate balance, killing these beasts while trying to remain human in body and soul. That balance is slowly slipping out of my favour. No matter how hard I try, I can feel myself start to slip away; with each drop of blood I spill, I feel a piece of my humanity fall away as well.

I live outside of the walls. Not because I'm brave. Not because I'm foolish. No, I live the on other side of those walls because secrets stay secret to the grave in the outside, and if I were to stay within the walls, my grave would be an early one. I like my hide a little too much to risk that. I've been on the outside for as long as I can remember, born and raised, it's the only way of living I know. The outside has kept my secret, and I pay it back the only way I know how: with the blood of the Roamers.

I am one of the last that remains alive; that remains sane; that remains human. I am one of the last who remain.

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