Wednesday, 6 May 2015
Writing Wednesday #12 ~ Vault
18 months ago, it had arrived. Borne on solar flares, it ravaged the desert lands, laying waste to all it touched before it could be contained. The few who came into its violent contact were better left dead.
It took two months of failed attempts to finally contain it, two months of evacuation, circulating warnings, and fear of all those with enough status to know what was going on.
From then on, the virus thereby known as the Ravage, was classified, its information hidden behind countless intel levels, and the virus itself buried in a vault that was never meant to be opened.
16 months of silence. 16 months of open ears and pursed lips. 16 months of falsified hope.
Only those of the highest scientific status knee that, even in its containment, even whilst hidden away from society's knowledge, it was mutating. It grew into something more than a virus. It transformed into something more - something to truly be feared.
No one could see it coming, who would? It was in the vault, what could go wrong? Nobody heard the creaking of the door opening who would? It was in the vault, what could go wrong? Nobody felt its sentient tendrils creeping up on them, who would? It was in the vault, what could go wrong?
As it turned out, everything could go wrong. That day was thereby known as the day of Downfall.