Aura
One Thousand Club
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MSK-31 was what they had called it. That ruthless disease which struck quickly and suddenly with no warning signs. It had emerged out of nowhere claiming several million victims within its first week and it only accelerated rather than slowed. There seemed to be nothing that anyone could do against it, masks and gloves didn't appear to do anything and the virus mutated too quickly to create a vaccine to defend against it. There was nothing anyone could do against MSK-31 and it decimated the human population.
Well, there was nothing that you could do against the disease unless you were immune. No virus had a 100% infection rate and MSK-31 was no exception. Micheal was living proof of this... of course he appeared to be the only proof that the disease wasn't invincible. Since his parents had died he had been traveling desperately from town to town in search of anyone else. At every town he stopped at he broke into houses and stole vehicles and filled a fleet of Jerry cans by siphoning gas from long abandoned cars and lit a flare just as he was leaving.
Sadly enough if he had known just over a year ago before the power turned off and society grinded to a halt that he was going to be so alone, he probably would have rejoiced. Before MSK-31 he was terribly fond of being alone and now that he finally was he was miserable and desperate. He couldn't be the only survivor.... he just couldn't be.
Yet here he was in another barren city. He had ravaged a convenience store shoving as many packaged foods into his newly acquired truck as possible, fresh and frozen foods had expired long ago and he would have killed for a glass of milk... a diet of chips, hot pop, and chocolate actually began to become repulsive.
He sighed to himself checking over his new loot once again. The gas cans were full and would be able to carry him to a new city at the very least and he had enough candy to give him diabetes in the truck. He still had one more flare in the flare-gun he had snatched several cities ago and decided to find new flares in the next city. He was surprisingly awake right now and he didn't want to waste any more sunlight in what was to probably be another dead-end abandoned city.
Micheal raised the gun above his head and pulled the trigger launching what looked to be like a ball of fire into the sky and it crackled noisily above him as he watched it disinterestedly for a moment, "I'd kill even for a zombie right now." he grimaced leaning against the truck. He had picked up the habit of talking to himself in his loneliness and he wondered how long it would be until his sanity dissolved completely. But for now he wasn't going to consider going crazy from loneliness... he was occupied with the always present hope that somehow this time would be different and somehow there would be someone else that survived.
MSK-31 was what they had called it. That ruthless disease which struck quickly and suddenly with no warning signs. It had emerged out of nowhere claiming several million victims within its first week and it only accelerated rather than slowed. There seemed to be nothing that anyone could do against it, masks and gloves didn't appear to do anything and the virus mutated too quickly to create a vaccine to defend against it. There was nothing anyone could do against MSK-31 and it decimated the human population.
Well, there was nothing that you could do against the disease unless you were immune. No virus had a 100% infection rate and MSK-31 was no exception. Micheal was living proof of this... of course he appeared to be the only proof that the disease wasn't invincible. Since his parents had died he had been traveling desperately from town to town in search of anyone else. At every town he stopped at he broke into houses and stole vehicles and filled a fleet of Jerry cans by siphoning gas from long abandoned cars and lit a flare just as he was leaving.
Sadly enough if he had known just over a year ago before the power turned off and society grinded to a halt that he was going to be so alone, he probably would have rejoiced. Before MSK-31 he was terribly fond of being alone and now that he finally was he was miserable and desperate. He couldn't be the only survivor.... he just couldn't be.
Yet here he was in another barren city. He had ravaged a convenience store shoving as many packaged foods into his newly acquired truck as possible, fresh and frozen foods had expired long ago and he would have killed for a glass of milk... a diet of chips, hot pop, and chocolate actually began to become repulsive.
He sighed to himself checking over his new loot once again. The gas cans were full and would be able to carry him to a new city at the very least and he had enough candy to give him diabetes in the truck. He still had one more flare in the flare-gun he had snatched several cities ago and decided to find new flares in the next city. He was surprisingly awake right now and he didn't want to waste any more sunlight in what was to probably be another dead-end abandoned city.
Micheal raised the gun above his head and pulled the trigger launching what looked to be like a ball of fire into the sky and it crackled noisily above him as he watched it disinterestedly for a moment, "I'd kill even for a zombie right now." he grimaced leaning against the truck. He had picked up the habit of talking to himself in his loneliness and he wondered how long it would be until his sanity dissolved completely. But for now he wasn't going to consider going crazy from loneliness... he was occupied with the always present hope that somehow this time would be different and somehow there would be someone else that survived.