before i start i'd like to warn that this roleplay will most likely portray blood, injuries, violence, and mentions of war. if any of those bother you, i'd advise you not to read or join.

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Dear reader,
          It's been three months-- only three months-- since the world went to shit, yet it seems like years, decades even, since the sun has last bled a single beam of light through our clotted skies. It's a sign, I believe. Even the sun has given up it's hope on us, and rightfully so. If I were the sun, I would've done that a long time ago.  At least before the downfall of this planet began. I'm surprised it even stuck out past then.   
          I suppose you could argue that the worlds been deteriorating since the moment humans infested this planet to begin with. That none of this would've happened if we'd ceased to exist. It's troubling to think about, but these days, I can't help but contemplate that it's true. That's not the point I'm trying to make through writing this though. We can save that theory for another day.  As of now, the only thing people can agree on unanimously is that the collapse of human civilization was ultimately set off by the Ozone War. No one can attest to that. At least not anyone who's lived to face the outcome of it.

You're probably confused, dear reader,  so allow me to explain:

        It all happened about three months ago; the day the world collapsed. Literally. And it all started with a single battle 11 years prior, which later progressed into the infamous "Ozone War''. Honestly, it didn't seem like such an awful fight to begin with. Of course, the use of nuclear weapons had been a viable threat since the beginning of it, but all citizens of my country were so tucked away in their cozy little safe-houses to worry about that. After all, why would they? The war had gone on for years without disturbing their little suburban lives in the slightest. Nobody could've predicted a catastrophe as great as this one. The world was flipped upside down in a single second, turning the places we once considered our homes into charred battlegrounds. By the time the first bomb was dropped upon us, not a single person was prepared. Within the first few seconds the mighty mushroom cloud of radioactive doom stripped all the skyscrapers of their facade, leaving only the frame to be incinerated, and melted vulnerable people's skin right down to the bone.  My country wasn't the only ones hit by bombs either. All toll, there were a few hundred incendiary weapons that day, dropped in various regions of the world. Needless to say, it was enough to wipe out the majority of our formerly huge population. It left our people dead and our cities in despair. Smears of crimson clouds filled the skies, just as it did to our scraped knees and fingertips. The places which we used to seek comfort in had turned into crawl spaces that crumbled by touch almost as fast as our hearts did when the loud crash of an explosion flooded our ears.

oh yeah, and how could i forget? The zombies...

         Well, they aren't zombies per say, but they're what a person would find in any stereotypical zombie movie. The classic brainless beasts who crave death and swarm the streets in search of fresh meat. If one were to tear a page directly from an issue of goosebumps, they'd find them. At least if you were to take away the whole being dead thing, that is.
          See, nobody knew the true cause of them. After the nuclear explosions, they sort of just appeared. The best theory I've mustered up is that radioactive chemicals from the bombs infected some of the survivor's systems, turning them into "monsters". Or something along those lines. They aren't dead like most zombies though. They're alive. It makes them easier to kill, but that's the only positive thing about them. Otherwise, they're faster, smarter, and are a hell of a lot more spiteful than the average zombie.        
          Most of us assembled packs because of this. If you have nobody to watch your back, you're just as good as dead. We're forced to wander the streets together, seeking food and fighting for shelter as if we're animals in an urban jungle wasteland.
          Now ash falls like petals from the sky. Rubble grinds beneath our feet with every step we take. We might have experienced the last day of the Ozone War after 11 long, harrowing years of fighting, but for us survivors, that was only the beginning.

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okay yeah-- i hope this intro could've helped to pique your interests, because i'm really excited for it to start! i just wanted to add a quick note by saying that this is fictional, and that it is not going to be very scientifically accurate. after all, i am failing science class for a reason. 

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