"Everyone said immortality was a curse, that you'd be floating in the void forever once the last sun died. Turns out they were wrong, it's surprisingly easy to recreate the universe in your own image."

My story that I lowkey forgot to submit to that contest lol

This story follows 4 people in the last days of the world. Yes, that is right, they are about to experience the fight between good and evil. They will have to make choices and be strong as things go from bad to worse. They will be tempted and have to fight for their survival.This story is based on the predictions that can be found in the Bible.

In a bleak, dystopian world, humanity is struggling to survive against a relentless fungal infection that turns people into vicious, bloodthirsty monsters. The source of the infection is unknown, and with every passing day, more and more people succumb to the disease. In this world of fear and desperation, a group of scientists' race against time to create the ultimate weapon against the infected: The Crimson Child. But the Crimson Child is no ordinary weapon. It is a living, breathing organism, genetically engineered to resist the fungal infection and to destroy the infected with unparalleled efficiency. As the scientists work tirelessly to perfect the Crimson Child, they must also contend with the machinations of a shadowy organization that seeks to use the weapon for its own nefarious use in taking over the world, keeping it in such disarray.

What else is there to do when the world is coming to an end?

Survivors wonder where reality went after a catastrophic event.

A man living with his grandparents heard about a bomb falling directly on their country. Being left alone to wait for his rescue, he celebrated his birthday alone in his room, folding paper cranes in hope of fulfilling a single wish.

Everything's gone. The world we know is gone, the people we know are dead. Nothing's left. But they always come back, walking around the cities, with nowhere to go, they only want one thing. Blood. Yours. Mine. Doesn't matter. We call them Walkers and they are everywhere. You save them, you die.There is only one thing that matters.You kill or you are killed.

From the beginning to the end

Your standard post apocalyptic setting: Ash covers the earth, a small community hunkers down in an old power station tower and a girl from the past with bright blue eyes awakens, blind to the world around her. Joined by a gang of not so talkative survivors and one very talkative one, they must traverse this bleak grey world, devoid of colour, and maybe in the process inject a bit of life back into it. Because when things are grey, all you can try and do is see the bright side. Course it's not always so easy.

The only girlIf you think you had it hard at life, that you're having the worst nightmare of the worst ever, and that you've been barely breathing.Well I'll have to let you know you were wrong all these time. Cause you don't know Ardwell Wlillow yet. Yup! Its a name of a guy, who had it all twisted and wrenched than any other soul in the vast universe.And I'll do you a favour to let the world know of his great jinxed life. From the very moment it all started to go worse from bad. The moment his life started to fall into the depths of darkness and to never return to normal ever again.So this is the life and the times of a human who was put to suffer and suffer and suffer for all eternity.                                          _          _          _On second thought, I think he just wanted to exaggerate it all. But anyways, here goes a legend of a .. ah..you'll see.

I am writing this book so that whosoever reads and listens may understand the upcoming future events for whatever is yet to occur. Thus, I write this book not in my own account but in accordance with the Word of God in our Bible to tell you what is yet to occur in our coming times [The End of the Age] and the Millennia Reign. In this Book you will discover;

1. Ottoman Invasion and Jerusalem Conquest in 1948 and its Prophetic Significance from Scripture.

2. The Book of Daniel the Prophet fortelling the Messiahs first coming.

3. The Antichrist and who the Antichrist is?

4. Upcoming Events and beginning of Tribulation and how the Tribulations will take place.

It has been days since I've seen someone. Someone alive that I could talk to.

No one knew anything about the plague or where it came from, only that it killed everything it came into contact with.

Everything.. except me.

It was like I was immune, but.. how is that possible?

I reported this to the government, and so they ran tests on me.

Before they could find anything though, the plague had arrived.

One day, I woke up in a surgery room. My doctor was laying face down on my stomach, dead.

She must have been dead for a long time, I could only see her skeleton and her surgeon clothes.

How long was I asleep?

She seemed to have a pistol in her hand.. Perhaps she tried to stop itfrom getting to us.

I got up, though I had a big pain in my arm. No wound to be seen.

I walked to the door while holding my arm.

Just as I got close, the door opened on it's own.

Must've been the wind.

After making my way through the hospital, I found an archive room.

A doctor was laying face down, dead, on a desk.

I could see a monitor, the screen still turned on.

I could see the world map..though something was strange.

The whole map was in a red color, it seemed odd to me. I looked at the right bottom corner of the monitor.

It was a small red box with the text 'Infected Land' on it.

Then, it struck me.

The plague spread far beyond Europe, to every corner of the world. Entire countries collapsed within the first days of reported cases.

The world as it was, ended. There was nothing to be done about that.

I couldn't resist to read more, so I turned of the monitor.

I remained inside the hospital 'till I ran out of supplies.

Since then, I have been searching for anyone alive.

But all I could find where bones and destroyed buildings.

There mustbe someone like me, there HASto!

The streets are a lot more quiet now.. way too quiet.

Sometimes, I just scream my lungs out just so I can hear something. Anything.

The silence is deafening.

I couldn't be the only one immune, I can't be.

I haven't been alone this in my life.

I'm..afraid. Afraid that I may indeed be the only one.

Completely..

Utterly...

Alone.

I don't know why I am even writing this.

If I am the only one left.. then no one can read it.

The silence hasn't left me for a bit. I no longer have a voice to break it..

I have the doctor's gun in my bag, just in case it's needed.

I've never needed anything more than just food and.. people to talk to.

Maybe I can join them.

Maybe... I won't be so alone anymore.