Alright, let me start by saying that I've been working on this for almost a year now. It's gone through about seven different iterations before I finally decided this was my favorite story. Needless to say, I'm relieved that I can finally tell my story to you guys, and I hope you'll enjoy it. This will be an ongoing series, and I will update (With some regularity) with new chapters every so often. I do sincerely hope you guys enjoy and stick around for more!
Yes, I have done a mingebag apocalypse comic before, and it sucked absolute balls. Here's a link to it if you truly want to torture yourself: http://facepunch.com/showthread.php?t=1174531
And without further bullshit, I present to you, Gmod's End...
When I started my life in this RP Server I had nothing; No money, no friends, and no job. I moved from town to town trying to find work, but it always escaped me. Then, finally, I caught a break after a few months when the mayor held a lottery and I won. After that, I was Steven the millionaire. I bought a house in the suburbs of Evocity, got myself a wardrobe of suits, a nice pickup truck, and small collection of guns. Life was pretty good for me, I didn't have a single thing to worry about anymore.
But as always, the man who has it all is never contempt. I needed something, but I had no idea what that something was. I developed a habit of going to clubs and bars on Friday nights and meeting different people. After my collection of friends grew, I met her. Heather, her name was. She and I hit it off almost instantly. We shared our love of movies and music, our interest in firearms, we had literally everything in common. We dated for a year before tying the knot, and after that we had our son, Josh.
This was the happiest I'd ever been in my entire life, I didn't want anything else.
But things never go according to plan, do they? Your life can take a turn for the worst in the blink of an eye, and the world will keep on turning, same as always. One day I got a phone call from the coroner of the Evocity PD. They wanted me to come down to the station and identify a body they had recovered from a bank robbery gone wrong. It was her. The rest of that night was just a blur. I faintly remember sending Josh to my Mom's place while I drank and tried to fight my tears back with whatever meds I could choke down between the occasional swig of whiskey. It all came to this, after 7 years it was over. I still fucking hate myself for every time I yelled at her. I wanted to put a bullet through my brain and be at peace at last. I couldn't get myself to pull that trigger. I couldn't leave Josh without a father too...
Things got hectic in the world of Gmod after that, the Server Media started getting reports of strange happenings in neighboring servers. Now, I'm not one to get paranoid but I had the gut feeling that I should get my go-bag and get out of the city with Josh. But I stayed, I didn't want to scare him after all he'd been through, and he'd been through enough already. It was time to get back to living, time for me to raise my son.
Almost a month after Josh came home, things got really odd. A town just not a hundred miles away was firebombed into rubble without any official explanation . Then a club was shut down because a man became belligerent and mauled his brother in law. And after that, a mass shooting following a riot in a small town. Those stories got hushed really quick by the Administration. After that things spiraled into chaos, people started buying ammunition and weapons at an all time high rate, people moved out of cities, the whole thing just got out of control
I feel like I'm wasting valuable time so I'm going to cut to the chase here. The entirety of gmod is gone now. Gone are the RP servers, build servers, TTT servers. There is no law, no organization, no order. An epidemic has wiped out 75% of the entire population, replacing them with hostile zombie-like mingebags. Nothing between the ears but the insatiable urge to kill. The virus itself is airborne, we're all infected. And the moment you die, you turn into one of those things. The survivors of the virus have been trying to scavenge to accommodate for their basic needs since the beginning of the epidemic. I'm not sure what remains of the Admin Military, although I have seen lots of dead ones around, so I'm assuming they aren't faring much better than us.
On the day it all started, Josh and I were playing catch in the yard. A bunch of military trucks crawled past our houses, and the guys on the megaphones were telling everybody to get to the safe zone out of town. I knew then was the time to go. I went inside, packed my duffel bag full of food, water and ammunition. I took only the stuff I'd need, except for that busted up old picture frame with her picture in it. I'll be damned if I leave her again. After I was done, we jumped into our truck and sped for the military safe zone.
When we got there, things were chaotic to say the least. People were shouting, soldiers were pointing their guns everywhere, it was utter chaos. Me and josh got checked into a small hotel room where we would be calling home for now. Of course that didn't last too long. The safe zone fell within almost a week. We managed to escape, and we just hauled ass for the nearest city.
We arrived in bigcity by night, the streets were jammed tight with abandoned cars and other traffic. But no mingebags or other people. I didn't like one bit of it.
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I hate those things. They smell like shit and they're louder than hell, which draws in more when they scream. Josh and I had gotten good at running from them, we'd been doing it for the past month. We did just that, ran. We ran for blocks before spotting an open door. I charged through it and pulled it shut behind me. Whatever I could do to get as much space between me and them, I suppose.
We made it to Wyatt's safehouse without any major incident. I was happy to have someplace to call home again, and happier to have a group to survive with.
And so, for the first time in weeks, I slept like a rock. I don't think even babies get this good of sleep. I dreamed that I was in an endless field with my family. We watched the sun set over the horizon, all holding hands as the breeze blew the tall grass slowly and gently. I didn't want to wake up. I'd have been happy if I had just slipped into death right then and there. But my story has to go on. I have to keep going.
*Chapter One End*
Like I said, I hope you enjoy it, and there's definitely more coming along in the next few weeks!
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