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darkness of humanity
#WritcoStoryPrompt56
A mysterious disease killed 95% of all humans. You survived by keeping to yourself and being alone. One day, you found a woman stuck under some rubble. She calls for your help and promptly does so. What happened next is up to what you will write.
The world had fallen into a desolate silence, its once bustling streets now haunted by the echoes of a lost civilization. A mysterious disease had swept across the globe, mercilessly claiming the lives of 95% of all humans. In this bleak landscape, survival meant solitude, and I had become a master of isolation.
For months, I had roamed the empty streets, scavenging for supplies and seeking solace in the abandoned remnants of a world that was no more. I had grown accustomed to the eerie stillness, finding comfort in the absence of human presence. But fate had a different plan in store for me.
One fateful day, as I ventured into the ruins of a collapsed building, I heard a faint cry for help. My heart skipped a beat, the sound of another human voice breaking the suffocating silence that had become my constant companion. I followed the desperate plea, my footsteps echoing through the desolate corridors.
There, buried beneath a pile of rubble, lay a woman, her face etched with pain and fear. Her eyes met mine, pleading for salvation from her entrapment. Without hesitation, I rushed to her aid, my hands trembling as I frantically cleared away the debris that held her captive.
As the last obstacle was removed, she emerged from the wreckage, gasping for air. Her name was Sarah, a survivor like myself, who had managed to endure the horrors of the disease by sheer luck. She was a stranger, yet in that moment, we shared a bond forged by the remnants of humanity.
Sarah's presence brought a flicker of hope into my desolate existence. We formed an unlikely alliance, navigating the decaying world together. We shared stories of our past lives, of loved ones lost, and dreams shattered. In each other's company, we found solace, a reminder that we were not alone in this desolate wasteland.
But as days turned into weeks, a sinister truth began to unravel. Sarah's arrival had brought with it a darkness that seeped into our fragile sanctuary. Strange occurrences plagued our surroundings, whispers in the night, and unexplained phenomena that defied rationality.
It became apparent that Sarah was not what she seemed. Her presence had awakened something malevolent, a force that thrived on chaos and despair. The disease that had ravaged humanity had not been the only horror unleashed upon the world.
As the days grew darker, I found myself torn between the desire to protect Sarah and the need to survive. The line between friend and foe blurred, and I questioned the very nature of the world we now inhabited. Was Sarah a victim of circumstance, or was she a harbinger of the darkness that had befallen us?
In a final, harrowing confrontation, the truth was revealed. Sarah, once a beacon of hope, had succumbed to the darkness that had taken root within her. She had become a vessel for the malevolent force, a puppet in its twisted game.
With a heavy heart, I made a choice that would forever haunt me. I had to sever the ties that bound us, to protect what little remained of my own humanity. In a desperate struggle, I fought against the darkness that had consumed Sarah, battling the very essence of the disease that had decimated our world.
In the end, I emerged battered and broken, but alive. The darkness had been vanquished, but at a great cost. I was once again alone, haunted by the memories of what had transpired.
As I ventured back into the desolate world, I carried with me the weight of the choices made and the horrors witnessed. The disease may have taken away the majority of humanity, but it was the darkness within us that proved to be the true enemy.
In this new world, where nightmares roamed freely, I would remain vigilant, forever wary of the darkness that lurked within the remnants of humanity
© c.wright
A mysterious disease killed 95% of all humans. You survived by keeping to yourself and being alone. One day, you found a woman stuck under some rubble. She calls for your help and promptly does so. What happened next is up to what you will write.
The world had fallen into a desolate silence, its once bustling streets now haunted by the echoes of a lost civilization. A mysterious disease had swept across the globe, mercilessly claiming the lives of 95% of all humans. In this bleak landscape, survival meant solitude, and I had become a master of isolation.
For months, I had roamed the empty streets, scavenging for supplies and seeking solace in the abandoned remnants of a world that was no more. I had grown accustomed to the eerie stillness, finding comfort in the absence of human presence. But fate had a different plan in store for me.
One fateful day, as I ventured into the ruins of a collapsed building, I heard a faint cry for help. My heart skipped a beat, the sound of another human voice breaking the suffocating silence that had become my constant companion. I followed the desperate plea, my footsteps echoing through the desolate corridors.
There, buried beneath a pile of rubble, lay a woman, her face etched with pain and fear. Her eyes met mine, pleading for salvation from her entrapment. Without hesitation, I rushed to her aid, my hands trembling as I frantically cleared away the debris that held her captive.
As the last obstacle was removed, she emerged from the wreckage, gasping for air. Her name was Sarah, a survivor like myself, who had managed to endure the horrors of the disease by sheer luck. She was a stranger, yet in that moment, we shared a bond forged by the remnants of humanity.
Sarah's presence brought a flicker of hope into my desolate existence. We formed an unlikely alliance, navigating the decaying world together. We shared stories of our past lives, of loved ones lost, and dreams shattered. In each other's company, we found solace, a reminder that we were not alone in this desolate wasteland.
But as days turned into weeks, a sinister truth began to unravel. Sarah's arrival had brought with it a darkness that seeped into our fragile sanctuary. Strange occurrences plagued our surroundings, whispers in the night, and unexplained phenomena that defied rationality.
It became apparent that Sarah was not what she seemed. Her presence had awakened something malevolent, a force that thrived on chaos and despair. The disease that had ravaged humanity had not been the only horror unleashed upon the world.
As the days grew darker, I found myself torn between the desire to protect Sarah and the need to survive. The line between friend and foe blurred, and I questioned the very nature of the world we now inhabited. Was Sarah a victim of circumstance, or was she a harbinger of the darkness that had befallen us?
In a final, harrowing confrontation, the truth was revealed. Sarah, once a beacon of hope, had succumbed to the darkness that had taken root within her. She had become a vessel for the malevolent force, a puppet in its twisted game.
With a heavy heart, I made a choice that would forever haunt me. I had to sever the ties that bound us, to protect what little remained of my own humanity. In a desperate struggle, I fought against the darkness that had consumed Sarah, battling the very essence of the disease that had decimated our world.
In the end, I emerged battered and broken, but alive. The darkness had been vanquished, but at a great cost. I was once again alone, haunted by the memories of what had transpired.
As I ventured back into the desolate world, I carried with me the weight of the choices made and the horrors witnessed. The disease may have taken away the majority of humanity, but it was the darkness within us that proved to be the true enemy.
In this new world, where nightmares roamed freely, I would remain vigilant, forever wary of the darkness that lurked within the remnants of humanity
© c.wright
