10:00 p.m. March 27, 2013. 7 years after the first Triant Outbreak Case.
I walked into the pitch blackness with my heart heavy. I saw the silhouette, laying on top the covers in the bed. Her silhouette. I smiled, and sat on the bed, crawling over to her side. I pulled her to me, an arm around her stomach. I heard her stir, murmur, and shift to look at me. I smiled, I would get to see my love's beautiful face. But the horror that greeted me, made me freeze: a black mottled grotesque face. Empty pits for eyes, rotting yellow teeth, a black ooze that seemed like an endless abyss that covered the face.
"Wh...what?" I breathed, trying to squirm backwards, but the ooze had wrapped itself around me, holding me in place. Tentacles spurted from the yellow teeth and rotted tounge, grabbing me by the face. I woke with a shriek, sitting up in the old wood cabin hidden within the dieing woods.
"What the fuck was that?"
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The Desolate World: Triant
Science FictionNatalie and Xaiver are two people on complete different sides of the country. All they know is that everyone's dead, the world's infected, and they have to find each other without knowing the others name. A deadly virus called 'Triant 40' has sweep...
