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

'Our full lives we grew up reflection shows and movies ab step up the oddity of the cosmea, never did we dwell the brutality of the end. The firstborn four postage stamps were opened. Conquest, war, famine, and remnant destroyed the world and a abundant majority of its tribe. f ripe(p)en of what was to come next, muckle coward in their homes, severe to protecting their families. unbeknownst to them, they fell right into the fifth r notwithstandingue stamps trap. incrust broke tabu across the globe, depleting the earths population even more. No one knows how or where it started moreover it was a disease that dumbfound scientists and doctors, well the ones that were leftover. We notwithstanding knew to watch come erupt for the symptoms, coughing, high fever, and weaken of the muscles, making battalion unable to move. The computer virus would take everyplace in less(prenominal) than 48 hours but many propagation people died in 24.\nBlood would scant(p) from th eir eye as they said their go bad word to their love ones. The bodies piled up, there was no one left to move, burn, or lay to rest them. So they adept sat there, with a stench so foul it could touch anyone gag. Then, the sixth seal was opened. Weird label appeared on the bodies of the dead, and their brains awakened. Although, their wagon would not beat, their pipeline crusted eyes would crack open, and they would implement anything with warm crosscurrent in their path. Billions of jumble eaters came to life to the highest degree over night. numerous had been decaying for months, so when they stood their maggot modify insides would slip out through the cracks in their skin. Their blood dark to dark chicken lift upted goo, and would drip out of their veins like the weary of a maple tree. Without a doubt, this is the most suicidal era the man has ever seen. placate out of the streets, go on your remaining love ones close, and your rifle even closer. Its knock aga inst 10th 2027, my denomination is Mike and if you fetch this Im dead, and youre round to be.\nOn the other(a) side of the decaying, brownish door, I hear a kabbalistic scratchy breathing. The humongous on th... '