In the distant future of today, life had changed dramatically after the outbreak of the virus, a plague that had struck the modern day society with one fell swoop. The virus was believed to have been similar to the Ebola virus, based on the physical signs that matched medical research into the Ebola virus. Anyone in contact with the virus would surely die slow and painfully, as the virus takes hold of the innocent, the damned and the foolish.
At first it was believed that the virus was Ebola, which somehow infected the world uncontrolled, and free to kill anyone in contact to it’s sickening spread. Those that lived past the first stages of the virus soon realised that it wasn’t Ebola, for the virus wasn’t just a disease, it mutated. The infected started to mutate, growing new limbs, animalistic features and reformed into monstrous proportions, like an accelerated evolutionary change of nature’s doing. Birthing a new variety of races of mutants, these. Creatures would form their own clans, warbands or isolated lives away from the rest of it’s kin.
No longer did the virus kill the weak, for the weak were all dead, and the strong were rewarded with new changes as they became mutants. However, these enhancements came at the cost of their own freedom of individuality and expression, mindless to the whispers of its new master.
But the survivors of Australia had not been easily defeated into misery like other nations, for this is a land of fighters and survivalists. They started to form communities, organised law groups, traders and hunters in this new and disturbing world.
As the wasteland recovered from the apocalypse and started rebuilding itself for over six years, a new threat emerged from the shadow of a vast army of mutant soldiers. They call their master the Dark Mind, the one they followed and enacted it’s will to kill and eradicate the human population to make war for the new earth.
Who is the Dark mind? What are its goals and how did it came to be for it to have outsmarted the government, the military and the world. No one knows for sure, it’s a spoken blessing by the mutants to give praise to this foul leader. Like a hive mind in the shadows it has so far not been seen by human eyes, more than likely to be in a safe place to be able to wove its malicious plans.
It’s army marches on as they raid settlements for fresh meat, Slaves and vessels to absorb. Mankind is now on the brink of extinction.
They proclaim that this act of atrocity will be heralded as the Final apocalypse, and the new mankind will flourish and prosper. Wether populated by the mutant army or something far more disturbing is as of yet up for debate.
Now in the wasteland desert of Australia, four travellers set off to find an old water purification power plant facility in the wastes. There they believe that this is the source of the virus that caused the apocalypse in Australia. Still producing clouds of pollution into the atmosphere and the lake it’s sited on. Pumping the virus into inland Australia where it can mutate or kill those inland that survived the apocalypse.
Soon, our race will die and fade into the desert like a forgotten civilisation of old, our history, linage, hate, war, achievements and prosperity will die along with us.
The Final apocalypse begins………
Part 1: Dark minds
The four of them prepared themselves to leave the comfort of the scarp built town settlement, a place they called home for a year since defeating the mutant army and it’s undercover agent, Jackson Creeker. Built from several trucks, cars, bricks and other materials, this town was like a shanty town made of steel. It wasn’t as grand or appealing to look at the rusting metal and smell of waste, but it was far better than the wasteland.
Decorated in flags of various colours and tied rows of light decorations, the town looked more lively and festive despite the season not being appropriate. Life was simpler, less taxing in daily office jobs and city commitments. Now families had more time to bond to develop stronger ties, fathers and mothers taught their children how to survive. Older brothers and sisters would leave shelter to work on defending the town or went hunting for food. For once in a community that for many decades slowly become disconnected by technology and social and political divide, people started to work together for a common goal wether they agreed or disagreed with each other.
But this didn’t mean life was without its problems, the wasteland had ways of punishing the lucky survivors. The virus is still a major threat as in recent years newborn were mutated from birth, crime was rife now that law enforcement was at its lowest and thinned out, mutants that are not under the influence of the Dark Mind, and surviving humans who share the town with the mutants were on the verge of civil war. But the biggest threat of all is the growing possibility of a another mutant army invasion, which seemed like an inevitable prospect.
But it was the virus that really caused much suffering to the survivors, and as of yet there are no signs of it stopping nor a cure in sight. Soon humanity in the wasteland will either be extinct by the mutant army’s push for total extermination or the phasing out of humans as mutant newborn are on the rise.
Luke, Waz, Keith/ Krakstrong and Glenn say their last goodbye to friends and loved ones.
Before he leaves his house, Glenn pats his Pug dog, Keith, knowing that it would be too dangerous for his only friend to venture with him. He knows Luke’s family will look after Keith well, a temporary family that might need to adapt to Keith’s bad breath.
Glenn takes one last look at an old photo of him, his friends and his Wife, taken years ago when life was different. His wife’s dead now, and so was his old self. He leaves his home as he takes his dog out the door.
He arrived at the huge entry gate where he and the group were supposed to be meeting up. It was 6:00am in the morning in when dawn is just starting to rise up. Glenn was very early arriving at the spot as the meet up was supposed to be at 9:00am, which gave Glenn spare time to check his equipment and buy some supplies from early opening merchant stores.
Sometimes Glenn still thinks the Butcher is still alive in his mind, even though he killed the monster years ago. He can still see the way the thing butchered his wife like a butchers Workshop. The shadow is the Butcher as he still lingers in Glenn’s mind, sometimes around him like an invisible shadow that taunts him for his failures.
He sets off to get ready for the long journey ahead.
Krakstrong (once named Keith when he was a human) fist bumps his brothers and sisters like a solid rock on impact, they respected Krakstrong as their leader of their species who risked life and limb to protect the clan. The origin of their mutant line came about because of an ass infection by the virus which turned Keith into a massive hairy four armed ape.
Rumour had it that years ago Glenn’s wife preferred the then changing mutant Keith because he bit her and she somehow liked…..it…….(???), which resulted in her having a mutant childlike chimpanzee with silverback fur and big tusks. This was supposedly what drove Glenn to hunt down Krakstrong, not because Keith bit Glenn’s wife, but it’s only rumours………..
As Krakstrong began to leave the converted truck shelter of his clan house, his mother was waiting for him at the exit, a big grey furred wise woman who was a well respected woman by all. Her voice was the sound of strength and dominance second only to Krakstrong. She spoke to him with gazing yellow eyes like sunflower “You going I see, to help your manslave find the bad energy that’s fuelling our enemy, Gornicus. Good, your getting too stuffed, lazy, not cooking your own food and stink like kangaroo $£it for too long now. Now go, ya stinking dirty ape!”
She laughed, heaving her lungs and clapping her hands, slapping Krakstrongs back really hard as he nearly lost his balance. Krakstrong couldn’t contain his amusement as he laughs with her, slapping her back so hard that he pushed her to the floor. “Good one muv’s, very good!!!” He picks his mother up and waves goodbye to his family as he sets off and leaves his kingdom to his mothers hands. He turns one last time to see his family all watching him leave, his mother, farther, brothers, sisters and twenty kids of his own. ‘Time to stop the mutant army, and Gornicus the Face Ripper’ thought Krakstrong as he strode down the streets to meet up with the gang.
Waz had been waiting at the meet up point where he was told to meet the others, he saw Glenn buying some supplies to load himself with various self defence equipment. Krakstrong and Luke haven’t arrived yet, just an hour before the deadline to meet up.
Part of Waz wanted to meet his family again after being so isolated for so long in his efforts to expand his knowledge and modifications to his body. He somehow had a strange sense of feeling lost, like an emotion that’s not been felt for a very long time.
But another part of him, the machine bonding, dominating his human emotions and suppressed any attempts to return to his family. The goal is to find the location of the source of the virus and stop it before it got out of control. He may be a cold and logical abomination, but his calculations suggests that the world needs humans and mutants to live together to care for the planet. Preservation must continue or else the Dark Minds victory may well be the end of the story.
Waz stands under a shelter waiting in the shadows as his body morphs constantly, parts change and form into new and strange shapes. The Woz he was was long gone under the constant changes of organic, metallic and manmade parts that change his body. Unrecognisable now, his identity as well as his personality is slipping away from his grasp.
He waits under his waiting spot as he sees Glenn in the distance carrying crates of supplies back to the meeting point. Then he sees Krakstrong coming up to meet Glenn as he lets Glenn tie a rack on the big apes back to carry the supplies. Krakstrong sees Waz and glares at him with hatred and anger, he hates Waz just as much as Gornicus. It will only be a matter of time until Woz is murdered by this brute.
Luke says goodbye to his family as he leaves home to join up with the gang. He got Glenn’s dog earlier in the morning for his family to look after, it stinks bad but a nice dog to look after. Luke couldn’t quite understand why Glenn called his dog Keith, was it out of grief, loss or replacement of Keith/Krakstrong?
As he walked down the stairs of his mayor office house that was made from an old log built house with scrap welded on, he hears a voice behind him calling his name. He turns to see his father out through the scrap built greenhouse on the left side of the house. Luke walks over to see his dad as he was tending some mutated plants, these ones were called wrinkly sack eggs. I don’t need to tell why they’re called that…….
“Son we need to talk” said his dad, he looked distracted and anxious by something on his mind. Luke in his not so serious attitude knew what his dad was worried about, but tried to lighten up his father. He said to his dad “look, I know what your worried about pops, I don’t know how long it will be for us to find this water purification power plant location Waz had found out. I don’t want to leave you and the family, I’d rather see everything else die out and save my friends and family. There again, I can’t stand by when innocent people are turning into mindless monsters controlled out of their own free will”.
“But I promise I’ll stop what’s causing this virus that’s changing everyone. I’ll save you too……”. He looks at his dads hands, they looked different due to the purple veins running down his hands from his fingertips. It was making the rest of his skin go pale, an encroaching change that will likely turn for the worse if the Dark Mind can control his dad.
His dad was changing into a mutant, and he couldn’t stop that for no cure currently exists that can reverse or stop the virus.
“Son it’s not about me, it’s about you. Unlike me your going to die soon and I want be able to see you for the last time”. His dad wipes the sweat from his forehead and breathes out in frustration. A few years ago during a massive mutant attack at the old safe camp, Luke was caught in an ambush by the Butcher, who instead of tearing Luke apart injected his arm with a special virus. Over the years rather than mutating, he was ageing rapidly with side effects of losing sight, control of his body and balance for a temporary time. But his failing health had only deteriorated much more as the virus destroys his body. So far certain medication has delayed the virus and offered him some freedom to be active and capable of defending his friends and family (just not his appearance, not even that can be reversed unless the fountain of youth existed down under). But he knew soon enough his only source of support will go eventually.
Luke puts his finger to his lips to hush his dad, “ssshhh, I don’t want the family to know that, nor the settlers either. They’ll never let me go and you know they’ll try locking me up in a basement to keep me from fighting”.
Luke’s dad went silent out of sadness and regret for what he was about to do. He turns to collect a box he took with him to the greenhouse in the morning, then locked up his greenhouse with his keys. Then turns back to Luke with a wooden box in his hands, about 3 to 4 ft in height that was aged by decades judging by the quality of the wood. He gives Luke the box and looks at him straight in the eye with an expression of a calm storm.
“This was passed down in the family for many generations kept safe by the code of the linage. Inside you’ll find everything you need to know, it’ll come in handy on the long journey”. Luke looks at his dad for a few seconds as he saw a side to his pops that he didn’t like. He looked inside the box which gave him a stone cold stare at what he saw, he knew what this meant.
Luke slurred his words until he finally could form a coherent sentences to his dad “Why give me this?”. His dad didn’t replied back, he just nodded to Luke as is to say “you’ll know when the time comes”.
His dad finally spoke after several minutes of silence. “I’ll take over your role as deputy Mayor with the help of Kei… I mean Krakstrong’s mother. Don’t worry, we’ll keep things orderly whilst you and your friends stop this madness that’s infecting our country”.
Luke nods to his dad and puts the box down, embraces his dad for one last time before taking the box with him to the meet up point. Luke tried not to cry as he walked down the stairs of the abyss to the dark underworld of his grave.
Meanwhile somewhere in the desert…
Deep below the ground, far from the bright light of the suns blazing incandescent light, where tunnels run with wires, tube pumps and steel wall shafts lead to utter darkness. The tapping of damp water was the only sound that can be heard, a calm before the storm that was about to take place…..
A.N.P special squad were sent to investigate the virus that they believed was located at this old water purification power plant, their task was classified and only shared with themselves, the inner circle of the A.N.P supreme military HQ and their president.
Melbourne wasn’t the sunny city that it once was before the apocalypse, now, your more likely to be shot dead if you weren’t praising the government for taxing your livelihood and taking your freedom of expression away.
The special team were heavily armoured monsters who had the firepower to shred you into chunks of meat. They were trained to serve and to kill. Democracy always came last.
They entered the power plant very easily, too easily.
What they found was unlike anything they had witnessed in the war torn city of Melbourne, even the horrors of the wasteland couldn’t compare to what they’ve seen here. They would also die with what they witnessed, as giant mutated rats attacked them one by one with malicious intent. These men and women were the elite that survived many battles against the revolutionary traitors, those that would destroy the core values of the A.N.P’s mission to unite Australia into a single mega power. These elites had personally shown their utter devotion to the cause of the A.N.P, they were hand picked to do this mission and successfully take control of the facility into the presidents cause.
But, the Dark Mind wouldn’t allow it, it knew all along what these fools were trying to achieve by coming here. Toying them into its underbelly
As the last man stood alone in the dark with his gun swinging erratically left and right, sweat running all over his body and his eyes wide with fear. His heart was beating so fast that his chest was in pain, stress levels reaching an all time high. He can hear the chitter of teeth all around him in the deep darkness of the tunnels.
His mind started to lose it’s composure, logic and conformity to the ideology that was drilled in his head since childhood, he slowly broke down as his reality was smashed like a cheap vase. What was the point in fighting? Why serve a president who broke his nation into pieces after the apocalypse already destroyed society? Why should people suffer from the A.N.P because they aren’t worthy to the dictatorship future of Australia?
He could feel something taking over his mind as he slowly lowered his weapon. He tried to resist but the eldritch invasion was stronger, it made him drop the gun to the floor. He could hear a song near him, an echo of a song called Blueberry Hill. It played on and on repeating for what seemed like hours. How long was he standing there for?
Then from the shadows he could hear footsteps and from the shadows he could barely make out a form of a man. His features were hidden in the shadows but his form could be seen from the A.N.P troopers shoulder mounted torch. The man made a gesture like ‘engage’ or ‘move forward’ with his left hand to someone or something the trooper couldn’t see. “I’m not a violent man, believe me” Said the stranger who sounded genuinely pacifist for what he was about to do. It was the last thing the A.N.P special Squad trooper, Andrew, heard before thousands of gleaming red eyes with yellow corrosive fangs lashed out and ate him alive. His screams were so loud that it echoed down the tunnels, but no one ever heard his pleas for help………….
End of part 1