The Last Of Humanity

Below is a teaser "trailer" for my upcoming story which will be started at some point soon, this is kinda pointless but when I made up the idea for this story, this "trailer" was in my mind so it was decided to share it.

In a dark room, lit by only a small candle that sat in the center of a small table, a man and woman sat with each other in complete silence until the man finally spoke up.

"It's kinda like measles, if you think about it."

"How'd you figure that?"

"Well, with measles, the earlier you get it, the better. It's kind of the same with weakness, especially in a situation like this."

The streets outside were empty, litter and other forms of rubbish being blown along in the wind as abandoned cars were grouped together in a wreck that blocked passage across the road in any way but on foot.

"The "weak" people. The ones who were bullied into a depressive state in school..."

A teenager is shown curled up and tried to shield themselves against a wall as multiple of his fellow students pointed and laughed, mocking him.

"The ones who cried everytime things got too tough for them..."

The same teenager is shown looking into a mirror, crying as he looked down at the bruises that he had been left with, a scar along his right eye that would stick with him for the rest of his life. His eyes giving him the look of a broken Human.

"Those people have been going through shit like this, experiencing it, letting it break them but getting back up for a long time. This apocalypse is just another bad time. For the bullies who didn't let shit faze them? The ones who pretended nothing was wrong and just laughed their way through life?"

An entire classroom of teenagers are shown, laughing and acting like they normally would. The bullies of the school, the popular females, all laughing and enjoying themselves as if nothing in the world mattered but them and their enjoyment.

"They're all gonna die..."

The same classroom is shown, the same teenagers now shown to be Zombies as some stumbled across the room mindlessly and the rest were chewing into the deceased body of their former teacher.

"The only thing is, with the "weak" they have to...make sure they don't..."

The man trailed off, unable to finish his sentence and finally the woman looked up from her hands, the scar along her right eye still visible even all these years later, as she tilted her head in wonderment "make sure they don't what?"

He looked up to her, his eyes emotionless "break."

A little girl is shown curled into the back seats of a car, completely still and not even able to cry as she looked, with scared eyes, from all the Zombies that had her car surrounded to the massive amounts of blood that had coated every window.

Coming soon...

THE LAST OF HUMANITY