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2040- Prologue

by MadameLuxestrange


Italy was where it started. They say it was where the virus was set free by maniacs who wanted to see the world burn. The lab was in Rome where the virus was released. Jonathan Stroud, the American mercenary who led his band of terrorists in the attack called it a purging of the human race, a cleansing of sin. He said God would sort out who lived and who died in the end.

No one had seen the bloke since his announcement on the television in 2033. It was when the world fell into darkness.

Now, the world is down to a mere billion people. The virus spread around the world like a tsunami slamming into a city and once you caught the strain, you were doomed. You were usually dead within a few days. First you had a fever. Then boils, followed by vomitting blood and insanity and pain. It was hell.

Salvation came in the form of a British military general by the name of George Baxterson. He was the only one who rose to the challenge of commanding the people still alive.

Though his regime is harsh, he keeps the areas controlled by Britain under order better than anyone else could. Under his rule though, the world is moving in an increasingly violent direction. People riot in the streets. Science is all but forbidden except to top government officials and doctors. Fear runs rampant. In British occupied Spain, in the city of Barcelona, my older brother Eric and I are part of a special military unit that work to protect the city from falling to rebels. We are one of the defenses on a battle front that never ceases to fight.

My name is Anya St. Cros. I am a British soldier living in the year 2040 and I'm beginning to lose hope for humanity.


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Fri Sep 10, 2021 4:01 am
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Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night(whichever one it is in your part of the world),

Hi! I'm Knight Hardy here on a mission to ensure that all works on YWS has at least two reviews. You will probably never see this but....Imma do this anyway.

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Italy was where it started. They say it was where the virus was set free by maniacs who wanted to see the world burn. The lab was in Rome where the virus was released. Jonathan Stroud, the American mercenary who led his band of terrorists in the attack called it a purging of the human race, a cleansing of sin. He said God would sort out who lived and who died in the end.

No one had seen the bloke since his announcement on the television in 2033. It was when the world fell into darkness.


Well..this is strangely relatable in this particular time although it wouldn't have been quite so relatable when this work was actually posted. Hmm, definitely a nice and attention grabbing start there...gets you very much intrigued and worried to see that someone would commit an act quite that horrifying by releasing a deadly disease all over the world and leaving it all upto fate.

Now, the world is down to a mere billion people. The virus spread around the world like a tsunami slamming into a city and once you caught the strain, you were doomed. You were usually dead within a few days. First you had a fever. Then boils, followed by vomitting blood and insanity and pain. It was hell.

Salvation came in the form of a British military general by the name of George Baxterson. He was the only one who rose to the challenge of commanding the people still alive.


Well....I'm no expert on what sort of disease those symptoms could link to or if the same disease could actually cause all of those symptoms...but if definitely sounds like a horrible way to go there, not the sort of situation that anyone would ever want to find themselves subjected and it looks like this is disease which doesn't appear to have a cure. Killing off over 6 billion people is definitely a massive percentage.

Though his regime is harsh, he keeps the areas controlled by Britain under order better than anyone else could. Under his rule though, the world is moving in an increasingly violent direction. People riot in the streets. Science is all but forbidden except to top government officials and doctors. Fear runs rampant. In British occupied Spain, in the city of Barcelona, my older brother Eric and I are part of a special military unit that work to protect the city from falling to rebels. We are one of the defenses on a battle front that never ceases to fight.

My name is Anya St. Cros. I am a British soldier living in the year 2040 and I'm beginning to lose hope for humanity.


Okay...interesting ending there...it seems to deviate quite a bit from the earlier things about disease there....now it looks like we're dealing with the rule of this rather interesting figure there...where there are rebels and it feels like its just some kind of futuristic war at this point, it doesn't seem like a disease so to speak...because uhh...its hard to see whose rebelling, how these people are combatting the virus within their walls...and its a bit of a different scene there...not what I was expecting, its still interesting, it just feels like somethings need to be better explained there.

Aaaaand that's it for this one.

As always remember to take what you think was helpful and forget the rest.

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Wed Mar 14, 2012 12:58 pm
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Very interesting. I liked it. The repetitiveness was interesting, but it did do the story a lot of justice. In the end, though, it was your phrase "I'm beginning to lose hope for humanity" really caught me, and drew me in.




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I really liked this. At the beginning, it seemed a little repetitive and even a tad bit cliche, but the mention of the mercenary and then the next few paragraphs made up for it right away. I really loved the last part. "..and I'm beginning to lose hope for humanity." It's a definite attention grabber and makes me want to read more.





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