Chasing The Horizon
The world started with a bang, though it ended quite differently than we thought it would.
Lay the banks of the murky waters are corpses of the non-infected, holes drilling straight through their heads. The world that we all once thought was a blessing had turned into a wasteland of desolate cities running a maze of what was left after the plague had broken out. It had been several years since the Reckoning, and while everyone else was thriving in the multitudinous gangs and militias hiding under worn bunkers, the rest of us were forced to live in the shadows. Watching silently for the extant war to end, for the city bombings to become stagnant.
The Earth's population is now only quarters away from decimating completely, and as the nature around us withered, the habitable had now become uninhabitable, infested with those creatures, out there.
Accordingly, what's left of society ran for the only place left in this shrinking landscape, running from the, now airborne, virus-infused mist that drifted through the continents and turned every living thing that it touched to famished and ballistic shadows of their former selves; these mindless creatures that chomped their way through the fray, and we were their prey.
But these weren't your regular flesh-eating monster.
They were all... unique. Particular to the uninhabitable place that they'd thrived in. From sound plains to dark alleys to murky waters, they all had their unique alterations to help them get through with their environment.
And these happened only months ago when the bombings had finally come to a stop.
Now, the clock is ticking, and it's only about time until the safe zone is completely shrouded in mist, we would all be gone, by then.
What happens when the survivors, held captive for so long, stumble upon one another in the ebbing safe zone? Will they work together to get through their finest hours, or will they slash their way to top?
HIGHEST RANKING: #2 in Science Fiction (10/13/17)