La Muerte
Misguided Ghost
1x1 between me(La Muerte) and @NessieAlways
~Three years before~
Patient Zero was found in West Africa, transported to America to the CDC for testing. One day in the lab a scientist got exposed. Thought he showed no signs of the infection the first two days, he was sent home for some rest. That is when the outbreak started. His friend was a pilot for Northwest Airlines. He was infected the moment they shook hands. All it took was one cough in the middle of the airport and it spread like wild fire. As more and more got infected the incubation period lessened from a month to five seconds. The world population nearly halved in just a year. Then three quarter in the second year. The third year only ten percent of the world population was left. Stranded survivors were pocketed across the world and what few scientists left devoted there research to a cure, and it was close to being found, within the next year maybe.
~Present Day~
Standing in the middle of a street, Archmage was surrounded by a hoard of zombies. They didn't seem to come closer to him as he chanted in Latin his tattoos glowing a dark blue, the only light other than a few fires here and there. He shouted aloud and fire shot up thirty feet tall and a hundred feet around, burning every thing around him to nothing. He fell to the ground exhausted, his mana drained and his body worn. He fell face down his tattoos slowly glowing less and less. Archmage passed out there in the intersection, the smell of dead, burning,and rotten flesh. Hopefully someone would come get him before more of the infected made there way to Archmage.
(Sorry for the shit post to start. I will give a good update every few days or so and the first will be better than this.)
~Three years before~
Patient Zero was found in West Africa, transported to America to the CDC for testing. One day in the lab a scientist got exposed. Thought he showed no signs of the infection the first two days, he was sent home for some rest. That is when the outbreak started. His friend was a pilot for Northwest Airlines. He was infected the moment they shook hands. All it took was one cough in the middle of the airport and it spread like wild fire. As more and more got infected the incubation period lessened from a month to five seconds. The world population nearly halved in just a year. Then three quarter in the second year. The third year only ten percent of the world population was left. Stranded survivors were pocketed across the world and what few scientists left devoted there research to a cure, and it was close to being found, within the next year maybe.
~Present Day~
Standing in the middle of a street, Archmage was surrounded by a hoard of zombies. They didn't seem to come closer to him as he chanted in Latin his tattoos glowing a dark blue, the only light other than a few fires here and there. He shouted aloud and fire shot up thirty feet tall and a hundred feet around, burning every thing around him to nothing. He fell to the ground exhausted, his mana drained and his body worn. He fell face down his tattoos slowly glowing less and less. Archmage passed out there in the intersection, the smell of dead, burning,and rotten flesh. Hopefully someone would come get him before more of the infected made there way to Archmage.
(Sorry for the shit post to start. I will give a good update every few days or so and the first will be better than this.)
