Silence gripped the once alive and bustling school corridors. The only signs of life were the rats and bacteria that rummaged through the skeletons that littered the floors. Outside wasn't much better, as the blood of those who were unfortunate enough to not escape still clung to the grassless, earthy ground.

Six months ago, war had started. To be specific, a war that lead to the launching of several nuclear bombs. The world went into a state of panic and it eventually just collapsed. None of the rules enforced by the government mattered anymore. It was dog eat dog, kill or be killed, every man for himself. Nobody was safe. Not even the children.

Back in the now desolate school, a hand popped up amidst the endless piles of rubble. Then another hand. Then a head, until finally, someone popped out. It was a young boy who looked to be only thirteen. His entire body was brutally injured, with bruises and wounds scattered across it. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and it took him almost a minute just to take a step forward. Inch by inch, meter by meter, he began to slowly walk through the school as he looked around in complete shock and horror. Eventually, the boy reached the doors to the outside world. Taking a deep breath, he opened them and stepped out.

Strangely enough, as he walked out into the town where he resided that was now a wasteland, the boy seemed...unfazed. Perhaps it was his wounds that made him ignore everything, or perhaps it was him being tired; or perhaps it was just both.

Eventually, though, he collapsed. His wounds were making him lose all of his leftover consciousness, and walking wasn't helping. As everything faded to black, a whisper echoed through his head and perhaps throughout the entire world.

What everybody had feared for so long was now a reality.

Something they couldn't accept as a whole.



The apocalypse had truly begun.

(END OF STORY)

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