Eclipse
Eclipse Apollo - Year One - Created an endless darkness, endless night, over the world. No sun. No moon. Receding oceans and the death to all crops.
Eclipse Cybele - Year Two - Earthquakes strike the Earth, one every three weeks and two days, at exactly 5:00am, ending at exactly 4:30am. One whole day, save a single hour to gain our composure.
Eclipse Caelus - Year Three - Endless storms. Thunder, rain, tornados. Very few days of normality. Very few days to recollect ourselves.
Eclipse Faunus - Year Four - Forest fires, every two weeks, beginning at 5:00am and ending at 10:00pm. They were unnatural fires, coming from nowhere and ending out of nowhere. Nothing could stop them until exactly when it was supposed to.
Eclipse Hades - Year Five - Deadly arial plague gets released (Hades Plague), turning the people of Earth into aggressive, flesh craving, rotting skin, mindless, soulless beings. They have heightened senses, stamina, strength, and speed, all over a hundred times better than a regular human.
Year Six, Month of Diana, 3rd Friday - 4:38am
I slink in between the aisles, trying to make as little noise as possible, looking for some food for the next two weeks. It is so quiet that all I can hear is the sound of my breath and my heart beating in my chest. It is almost too quiet.
Ever since the transformation, nothing has been the same, it isn't safe anywhere. The world is destroyed, nothing but barren wastelands, filled with Hades Zombies and Pirates. Everywhere is dangerous. So, you're probably wondering, what I am doing at 4:38am, in the aftermath of a Cybele event? Let me explain something first; there are three kinds of people left in this world:
1. The Immune - which are uncommon, but not rare.
2. Hades Zombies - which happens to be most of the population and be the primary reason why the population is depleting.
3. Lethe Zombies - are extremely, causes you to crave violence and you have all of the heightened senses, stamina, speed, and strength as one of Hades Zombies, only thing is you still have your own thoughts. You still belong to yourself. An Immune Zombie as I have heard them called.
So where do I fit into them all-
Something falls, sending my pulse racing. I snap my head in the direction only to find nothing there, nothing at all. I walk towards it, curious, lifting my gun up in protection, making sure the silencer is on. As I walk out the aisle, I see a H.Z. on the other side, of the - rotten - produce aisle. It hears me and looks up, its black, soulless eyes boring into mine. I glare back at it - rotting flesh and everything - it walks away unperturbed.
-I am a Lethe Zombie.