HISTORY

"You really wanna know, kid? ...Heh. Well, fine. It all started that one day, June 9th, 2016..."

He sighed, looking the curious young survivor in the eye. "Things had been goin' wrong for a while before that day, but that was when everything reached a... Breaking point."

He pulled up a chair, taking a seat. "Nobody's really sure where the virus came from. And nobody's really sure where the first outbreak was." He chuckled. "Fuck, the shitstorm hit so fast in so many places, I wouldn't be surprised if there were ten outbreak zeros goin on at the same time..." He shook his head. "But I was talkin' about june ninth, right? Sorry, I tend to go off track a lot... That was the day everything went from bad, to total shitstorm..." He looked down thoughtfully. "We really should'a known better, the signs were all there, but we were too fuckin dumb to see them. Hospitals at full capacity, reports of an unknown illness spreading across the country, shit on the news like 'Crazed homeless man attacks and mauls a young woman' or whatever. But we didn't see, not until it was too late that is..."

He sighed, burying his face in his hand. "It... It all happened so fast. Things were fine that morning, and stayed fine up till the afternoon. It was like... you could FEEL something was off, like, something bad was gonna happen at any second." He scoffed. "And boy it did... Everything was calm, then within minutes it was just... PANIC, Everywhere. People running, screaming, and dying. Someone would trip, or someone would tackle someone else down, or you'd just run past someone on the ground getting torn apart by three other people. And I use the term 'People' loosely." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "I... I think part of the reason things were so bad in the beginning, the reason things got so far out of hand, was because we... we didn't know. We didn't know anything about the infection. We didn't know it was transferred through bites, we didn't know you've only got two hours after you've been bitten, we didn't know that even if you haven't been bit you'll still turn if you die, we... we didn't know..."

He rubbed his face, glancing back at the other survivor. "After the ninth, we lost everything. The major cities were overrun within a few days. The power went out within a week. Most of the radio broadcasts stopped after a month. Everything just... fell apart... The military and CDC tried, I heard. They really did. The military was in the streets trying to fend off the infected, and the CDC and WHO were trying to figure out what the fuck this thing is. But when the power went out, it was the last we heard from the CDC, and a LOT of the military died off in tue initial outbreaks. Now all we've got left is some groups of military grunts here and there running the remains of a town, and some rumors that the CDC is still trying to figure this out, out there. And to be perfectly honest, I don't believe in either of those things."

He sat up straight. "after a while, most of the survivors began to realise that this was it. That things weren't gonna be getting better. And they found their own new ways to survive. A lot of the people relied on the military, and their little Quarantine Zone they have set up in the town of Parrish. Heh, ironic name, considering the place is a deathtrap waiting to happen." He suddenly looked very intense, and a little crazed. "Everyone around here says it's the best place to be, since it has food an watter an supplies an protection. But they never mention the way they treat Carriers! I swear, it's only a matter of time before that place burns to the ground, one way or another..." He then sighed, calming down and leaning back. "A lot of the people also just wander around out here in the Deadzone, for one reason or another, like me. They call us Scavvers or Scavvies or just Scavengers. We just, survive, basically. Living day to day, scrounging up enough supplies to live another day, finding safe places to stay at night, either finding old pre-deadzone food, or hunting, or growing our own if you stay in one spot. Just... living, and letting live." He then scoffed, angrily glaring to the side. "Unlike those fucking Raiders, who're more like kill and let kill. Taking what they want, when they want, however they want, from whoever's unlucky enough to cross their paths. Looking down on everyone from their dumb freaking base in that hotel..."

He sighed, shaking his head. "That's basically it, kid. All I know about what's happened since The Ninth." He looked them in the eye again. "I dunno who you are, or who you're sided with, and I really don't care. Don't fuck with me, I won't fuck with you, kay?" He then stood back up, stretching. "Anyways, we should probably just stay here, it's almost night. If think those shambling fuckers are scary, then you REALLY don't wanna come face to face with one of the nighttime ones..." He then turned, grabbing his backpack and heading deeper into the shelter.

"June ninth was six months ago, pretty much, and last year technically, considering te date." He turned and shot one final glance to the other survivor. "Happy new years, kid. Hope we both live to see the next one..."