Meeeh, skrev nått bara... Zambies and shiet!

'World war three, started in March 2014. North Korea launched the first, and only, wave missiles.
Little was know of their intentions, but it was never ment to end this way.
The NK's, as we refer to call them these days, put millions of 'wons' (North Korean currency) in research.
They managed to create some kind of pheromone that would help them take out the Americans easier, and in that way manage to occupy one large city by the east coast and make it a base to invade the country with their heavy artillery. Since America was in a great debt to North Korea after Obama left the White House, they planned to require America as repayment. The missiles hit Washington DC and surrounding big cities like Dover and Richmond. The NK's left for the first invading strike within 48 hours of missile launch. when they arrived they where swept of their feet.

The pheromone they had produced had managed to mutate because of lack of testing before sending it away. The mutation of the pheromone created a partially deadly virus that killed inhabitants of the city as fast as they beathed it in. Some got it in to their bodies through water or food; which in other means went directly into their stomachs and not lunges.
This caused a huge contagion that later managed to reach world wide. There's no doubt that half of humanity is wiped out from the surface of this planet. But some around here still refer these... creatures as human beings. I call them ''Limping Targets'' and ''Zambies''. Shit the same, they're still dead, and they walk.

The last 14 years has been something of an struggle. Before the virus reached Sweden everyone prepared. But as the inhabitants of my hometown knew too little of ''Zambies'', and more about the classic movie ''Zombies'', they did not stand a chance. I lost my mum, my sister, my two younger brothers and my dad. I thought I lost my youngest brother years ago. But two years ago I found him ganging up with a bunch of douchebags that used to raid and trap survivors that passed by a small town named Avesta. Their leader, Dash, was a youth criminal. I managed to talk my little brother to join me, but Dash didn't agree with that and started a gun fight which ended up with me killing his gang, looting their shit and driving of in a armoured military truck with food, ammo, water and cigarettes to keep us going for atleast two years. And so it did.

Today we're driving off-road by the major highways around europe with pit-stops in big citys to fill up our storage with clean water, cigarettes, ammo and now and then we find canned food edible. If not, we hunt game.'

~ Oscar Strand