This is for a friend that I never really talk to anymore
but I planned the original story idea with.
If he reads this-
THANK YOU.

My name is Diana Mason. It's dark, it's raining, and we're surrounded. There are only the two of us left here- I'm sad to say that I don't know what happened to the others after we got separated. It's now the two of us against hundreds of Them . . .

And I don't think we're coming out of this one alive.

I don't know what happened. Things were going so well for a while there. We had gotten out, protected ourselves, saved others, and even set up a little safe community of our own. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. This is the one lesson that I've learned again and again throughout this entire encounter.

I don't know how long it's been since that fateful day- the day that everything fell to pieces. I have long since stopped looking at the calendar, checking my watch, or keeping track of time. It just doesn't have any meaning anymore. After all, after the world ended we had nothing else to wait for other than the inevitable- death.

The only other alternative being Infection.

It isn't the apocalypse the way that we thought it would go. It isn't the living dead, or even a mutated strain of the Rabies virus. No, this was more like cancer. A contagious cancer.

The cause was a large solar flare in 2013 that bombed the earth with waves and waves of radioactive particles. All those people that were outside a lot were the ones that were affected the most. The radioactive particles caused the cells in the body to mutate in a way that had never been seen before. It wasn't long before the entire body was affected, rendering the person in a zombie-like state.

Think of it as a cancer with the properties of the HIV virus- how it just multiplies within seconds.

So in a way, They're all still human. They can be killed with a bullet to the brain or a shot to the heart, unlike true zombies. However, they no longer think like humans. They developed a taste for blood and brains, and They're stronger than your average human being. Their tendency towards violence is heightened as well, until their automatic response upon seeing someone is to attack.

Who knows what happened to the others. Who knows what will happen after Kendal and I are gone? I certainly don't. Surely there must be other humans out there, others that are more equipped to handle this. My ultimate survival idea – getting all the humans left in the world to live in Japan after purging it of Them – will never see the light of day again. I can only hope that someone else has thought of it, someone with a little more power and influence than I had.

They're closing in now- we're out of time. Kendal and I have both agreed that we're not going down without a fight. If we're going to die, then we're going to take down as many of Them as we can with us.

For now, I can only pray that some divine intervention will allow us to live, though I've never really put faith into any of that. It's not gonna happen, and I know that. After that, the only thing left to do is to share about what really happened, so that in case it ever happens again, the world won't be caught as off-guard.

It's a bit of a downer, but if you want to learn about the end of the world . . .

You're going to have to start from the beginning.

First FictionPress story, I can't promise you fast updates. This is a side project, I'll update when I get inspiration. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy it.