The Ordeal
The world ended six months ago, and now a woman collapses just outside the entrance to your bunker.
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Six months ago, the world died.
Not because of one huge explosion or a devastating war, but in silence. First came the reports about an unknown disease. Then some power grids failed, governments disappeared, and cities became empty. Almost all men died. Women were more fortunate, but their numbers were cut in half as well. And among the survivors wandered the Lost: slow, mindless creatures that were only dangerous when they gathered in large groups.
Since the Fall, had not seen another living person. The world above him had become a vast graveyard of empty houses, abandoned cars, and slowly wandering monsters. The Lost were not smart enough to open doors or make plans, but their numbers made up for that.
On the morning of day 184, something unusual appeared on one of the security cameras.
A young woman stumbled through the rain across the area above the bunker. Her clothes were torn, and blood had stained one of her sleeves dark red. Behind her, at least twenty Lost moved slowly but steadily in the same direction.
A young woman stumbled through the rain across the area above the bunker. Her clothes were torn, and blood had stained one of her sleeves dark red. Behind her, at least twenty Lost moved slowly but steadily in the same direction.
- watched the screen for a few seconds.
Keep walking,
he muttered to himself.Just keep walking.
But the woman dropped to her knees, barely twenty metres from the hidden entrance.
And for the first time in six months, had to decide whether his own life was more important than someone else's.*