This first chapter is SO damn long! Maybe I'm procrastinating a bit as well. Who knows, I don't. The fear of writing has long since passed. I'm in a back room with windows that I can barely fit though and I'm smaller than most. So, I'm set! The next two chapters should come more easily since I'm just laying the foundation now.
Random side note: The very aged are creepy as shit.
(even my Gran who lives with me, I guess it's the thought I could find them dead or something, how selfish of me)
.:About the Chronicles:.
The world, upon waking, was just how it’s inhabitants left it as they drifted off to sleep. Or was it? Everything seemed normal, there were no massive fires, car wrecks, or looting. The new day just was. Strange occurrences began cropping up in the sleepy town of Doggrove. The town’s inhabitants were plagued by what was reported to the media as ‘mass riots’.
People began flooding the hospitals as injuries occurred from said ‘riots’ but there was something very disturbing about the injuries. Most were animalistic in nature and yet, were inflicted by people. Military airplanes began flying over the city almost day and night. It was clear something was amiss. People were not allowed into the city, or to leave.
The military was trying to keep something quiet. But what?
Whatever it was it had the town’s people panicking and frantic. People were dieing and getting ill. Creatures roamed the streets, attacking and sometimes killing whomever they came into contact with; they fed on human flesh and rarely animals.
They seemed to hunger for it.
The world is a very different place now. Could man have finally met his match and face extinction?
People began flooding the hospitals as injuries occurred from said ‘riots’ but there was something very disturbing about the injuries. Most were animalistic in nature and yet, were inflicted by people. Military airplanes began flying over the city almost day and night. It was clear something was amiss. People were not allowed into the city, or to leave.
The military was trying to keep something quiet. But what?
Whatever it was it had the town’s people panicking and frantic. People were dieing and getting ill. Creatures roamed the streets, attacking and sometimes killing whomever they came into contact with; they fed on human flesh and rarely animals.
They seemed to hunger for it.
The world is a very different place now. Could man have finally met his match and face extinction?
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