Uh.... Story Thing, or Chapter for something, or what? I really don't know. It was supposedly the start of something new... something that would change the face of humanity forever. We'd been in a sort of depression since global warming spiraled at us in ways we never thought possible. In things that only belonged in apocalypse movies, or storybooks. Entire forests burned down, climates grew drier, or wetter depending on their location. It was like someone turned the world inside-out, and was wearing it as an over coat.
And with the climate change came the food shortages, the fights and wars over supplies, even the change in wildlife behavior. It was then that scientists tried mimic-ing the animals that seemed to be doing well. We tried building different homes, or relocating groups of people to different areas. We tried adapting, but that never worked well for humans.
And then came the diseases. We thought we could handle all of them by now, but these ones were new with the change in the world. They killed off whole countries, or turned them into something... something indescribable. It was inhumane, if we did it to ourselves, but it was just nature the way it was happening to us. People lost their minds, whole masses at a time, and eventually we were stuck locking ourselves behind gates and walls.
And then it happened. The invention that could save us all. It was created by a group of scientists who called themselves the Veličati, and it did change everything. A series of injections that not only gave a person a sort of adrenaline rush, but it transformed them into something that could withstand and fight the diseases that raved through the lands. It turned them into beings with super abilities, like strength and quicker speeds, or better sight and smell. It was a gift, but also a curse.
It turned us into animals... into monsters.
None of us knew that it would happen like that... none but the Veličati. They told us there would be side-effects, but nothing like this. Now there was no need for cures for the diseases, they laughed. The world was full of monsters, so it would be putting us out of our misery to let us contract the illnesses and die. They locked themselves up, with guard dogs in every literal form and watched as we, the monsters, re-populated over our world.
Although our new forms were immune to many of the diseases the newly changed world had brought us, there were still some that we could contract. Even though all were monsters, some still went even crazier then we might have become. Either they became more into animal instinct, or the disease messed with their head until they were nothing but Ravagers, out to kill the living for no reason at all. They couldn't think for themselves... the fever had killed any reason within them.
Lastly, diseases also cured what the Veličati had done to us. There were some who were more civilized, more human, despite the animal-shaped faces, the furry hands, the malformed bones. We were all the defective cookie cutters thrown out of the factories that used to run so long ago... Nobody was alike, even if they'd been marked as the same animal species. Some had more change then others, like their bodies accepted the change more. The Civilized ones looked like everyone, but they thought.
Most of us could only move on with a few braincells, enough to know who we were and what we had to do to survive, but not who we had been. The Civilized ones remembered what had happened before our former race had destroyed the world, they remembered wars we fought, the lives we had. They are why we still have factories to produce food and clothing, they are why we can faintly remind ourselves that we once walked upright, on two legs, and were marked as the most intelligent species on the planet.
The Civilized ones keep us in check. We, the beings who remained in the cities. We, the beings who wanted to remember, to feel what it was like to be
human. Because that word,
human, could only describe the Veličati, and we detested them so much that we wanted to be them, to feel powerful, to know that we could cause them the terror that we lived in our day in age. To be human was to be the top of everything, like it always had been.
Those of us who didn't care, or who were too crazy to care, now live outside of the walled cities. They live in packs, despite different animalistic races. They group together and find a home, and live like the other animals out in the wilderness. We leave them alone, and they leave us alone. If we didn't have that balance, we fear that something not unlike the World Wars of the past would unfold.
The sky is black, with dark clouds full of rain. We are full of doubt, because rumors are spreading about our midsts. Some say the Veličati are hiring the Wild Ones to keep our Cities under check. The Civilized have been hiding in their homes, though small word from them say that the world and its' climate have begun to change again. It would be wise to stay indoors, they say. Our planet is still angry, and it has only just begun. We are cautious, but we're also stupid enough to wait and see what happens.
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Veličati- resound )
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