We ran, We Ran, WE RAN! WE RAN! WE RAN! But he caught up to us...... Then... he stood before us. Mr told us to run. Mr said, he's starting to get infected. We're.... lost... without Mr. But there Mr. was....

-Tim van

I laid there. I felt the corruption starting to spread, all my senses were lost. I take my last look at the sky, take my last breath. I listened to my last heart beat I'd hear, Till my last beat beat it was.


-Dave Raiden

I was there when it first happen, the infection that is..... It all started with a simple cough, soon coughing turned to gagging. Then other symptoms starts to kick in, your body starts to burn little at a time, starting with the eyes, then your ear drums. After it spreads to the brain, your nerves and ability to move starts shutting off but not the nerves to feel. Slowly the virus eats at your skin, your bones, and your internal organs. And you sit there....... waiting, and waiting and waiting AND WAITING! PLEADING FOR DEATH TO COME! But it never does. Not until you're boneless, skinless, not until your nothing but a pile of ashes. Everyone came to the same conclusion that we'd all fall ill, leaving nothing but the traces of ash. Peerless we all were but inferior we all are.




-Dave Raiden

One - Ten Thousand

One - Ten Thousand, One - Nine Thousand Nine Hundred and Ninety-Five, One- Nine Thousand Nine Hundred and Ninety, One - Nine Thousand Nine Hundred and Eighty-Five..........

Daily, I repeat. 

Starting at Ten Thousand, I subtracted by 5  till I've reached zero five times total.

Daily.... So I remain sane.




-Dave Raiden

What I Am

I held the boy down. Tighter and tighter my hands tighten around the boys delicate neck, as I slowly squeeze the last living breath out of him. Until the gagging stopped, until we were both motionless, until we turned to just me. The freshly tears still dripping down his face. I stood up and looking down I froze. No sudden movement was made, the silence filled the room. But I had too, he was infected.



-Dave Raiden

The World is a tuneless World. Always leading to the same conclusion, Death.


How do we intend to shape such a world when we can't even shape our own? A few years after the Post-apocalypses, The World has turned into a devour or be devoured mind set. Within the mist, a man sets forth in search of an answer as to why The World is out of joint and a way to restore balance. On his journey he will learn the hardships, pain, and agony of what it means to be......