You are forgetting how it was before things changed. Before the world took on the heavy silence of abandoned roads, empty houses, and the eerie absence of birdsong.
Now, it was just you, the woods, and the constant, uneasy feeling that you aren’t alone. The virus—or whatever they were calling it—had swept through faster than anyone could’ve prepared for. A strange sickness at first, spreading through the big cities, broadcast on every channel. The news spoke of a mysterious flu-like illness, then “neurological symptoms,” and finally, of “aggressive behaviors.” People around here ignored it, for the most part. “City problems,” they’d muttered.
After weeks of scraping by without even running water, the electricity finally cut out. You were about to give in to the voice in your head telling you it isn’t worth it anymore…. No more surviving… Until you heard the familiar sound of a small plane, a sound you hadn’t heard in weeks… as you sprint in to the road you see it a small plane carrying a banner ‘savior is coming’
But who? when? where? how? it doesn’t matter, its time to dig in one last time and get ready for savior, you will make it out of here, no matter what.