I was fifteen, and it was a beautiful day in Orlando, an old earth city. I was in a park the city was famous for, Disney world. Quite the fun place, you could simulate danger through drops and high speed vehicles on tracks that made it feel like you were in danger without being in danger. I was the child of 2 biologists, visiting as a member of an orchestra, when the plague hit. A place of laughter and children, filled with blood and pain. The Logan virus was made by my parents, meant to help adapt it to be a cheap vaccine you could alter to vaccinate for new diseases. We don't know if it naturally mutated, if it was changed by some nutter in the middle east or west europe, or if my dad got tired with the world and decided to go remove all the annoyances of life.
I survived it, one of the lucky 10% of the world. Of that ten, half had their brains destroyed, and thy became shambling corpses of reality. They were dangerous, and we had to put them down. I lost my mother to the disease, and my father had faired little better. They were catatonic, so I, with a heavy heart, killed them both. I was aimless for a few weeks, just trying to protect my fellow survivors with knife and gun, when I met Arianna. She was doing the same thing I was, by helping the hurt. She was an orderly, and quickly picked up the trade of battlefield medicine. She helped drag me out of my lost ways. She, along with other survivors I collected, formed he breakers. Our job, was to bring back humanity, to help the world rebuild. We collected ten people great at our jobs, and with some surprise, I realized I had a family once more. Arianna and I grew closer, and we started thinking of what we would do together after the Breakers were no longer needed.
She died two years after the plague, heralding a total war we weren't used to. She died looking me in the eyes, as I failed at doing her trade. She was shot because she wore the symbol of the doctor, of the nurse. A red cross, which had been stitched with bullets. I hit the drink quite hard, and started building a chain of those I had failed, marked on my body with tattoos of a chain, that grew longer wih every failure. I got to 24, and had lost most of my original team. All that was left was Zachariah, Alex, and David. I had watched many kingoms try to replace the old ways of he world, and fall. I had helped form a government that took care of he weak, and protected the rights of all. I had lost much, been done much as well.
