The Final Hours
From Create Your Own Story
Your name is Brandon Walker. And you sit, crouching, in a vault, aiming your shotgun at the large, iron doors. It's been 9 months after the beginning of this fucked-up place that was once Earth. The world was working towards a utopia, and would have done so if they had only a few more years. Then, the Disaster struck.
A virus infected some people, making them spiral quickly into mania. Anyone who had contact with one was infected as well. The virus rapidly spread, and in a month about 13% of the world's population was either mad or deceased. Usually, the infected live for a month before the virus stops quickens the heart so badly, the person dies. These people, known commonly as Finals, will sometimes commit suicide without thinking of it.
Eventually, the United Nations argued about what to do while Earth's natural resources were being destroyed by epic heatwaves that are common today. People refer to the hottest place as the Furnace. Fortunately, you live away from the Furnaces, keeping you from death by hyperthermia. Finally, the U.N. broke apart, and the War to End the World started. Nuclear missiles were fired, turning most of Mexico and parts of Africa in to toxic wasteland. Of course, the air is always radioactive these days, but especially in those two areas. The war ended about 2 months ago, when any sense of a government went to Hell. Now, people fend for themselves. Of course, it helps people like the Digits, who roam the planet with gas masks like nomads. And the Finals still live.
But, here you are, ready for anything to burst through the vault door. But nothing comes. "Threat has left!" your companion, Thomas, calls out. Standing, up again, at ease, you walk over to the computer system. Hooked up to a security camera, you see a live feed of the vault's entrance.
Of course, you can also check out the infirmary or the armory.
