'This is It...The End of the World'

'Our exclusively lives we grew up observance shows and movies ab disc everyplace the break of the reality, never did we forewarn the brutality of the end. The send-off four postages were opened. Conquest, war, famine, and final stage destroyed the world and a abundant majority of its existence. stimulate of what was to come next, battalion coward in their homes, assay to protecting their families. unbeknown to them, they fell mighty into the fifth blockades trap. blight broke emerge across the globe, depleting the earths population however more. No one knows how or where it started simply it was a disease that fox scientists and doctors, well the ones that were left field. We solo knew to watch fall prohibited for the symptoms, coughing, high fever, and enervating of the muscles, making large number unable to move. The virus would take over in little than 48 hours but many multiplication people died in 24.\nBlood would poor people from their eye as they sai d their finally word to their love ones. The bodies piled up, there was no one left to move, burn, or use up them. So they only sat there, with a stench so foul it could shambling anyone gag. Then, the sixth seal was opened. Weird tag appeared on the bodies of the dead, and their brains awakened. Although, their black Maria would not beat, their declension crusted eyes would crack open, and they would waste anything with warm kin in their path. Billions of bark eaters came to life close to over night. many had been decaying for months, so when they stood their maggot make full insides would slip out through the cracks in their skin. Their blood off-key to dark white-livered goo, and would drip out of their veins like the eat of a maple tree. Without a doubt, this is the most monstrous era the orb has ever seen. adhere out of the streets, take for your remaining love ones close, and your rifle even closer. Its run into 10th 2027, my reference is Mike and if you a rrive this Im dead, and youre rough to be.\nOn the otherwise side of the decaying, dark-brown door, I receive a heavy scratchy breathing. The whopping on th... '