Summer Skin
I think there's a genre for this, I just can't remember the name. I know it's fiction.
Plot
“We’re infected. We’re infected and we’re going to die.”
Some say it’s the Devil’s curse. Some say that it’s vengeful spirits of the enemies of the village. People are getting superstitious, and anything could be a sign of their coming doom. Well, it tends to happen when your doom is indeed in danger of coming. Our doom comes in the form of a sickness.
It struck about a month ago, and wasn’t widely known about, mainly because it was kept in secret. A disease that turned you to a demon and ripped you from the inside out. That would cause mass panic, something not so good in such a small village. They said it struck you when you were changing the most, so it was mostly babies and adolescents that were effected, though some children got it too. It only killed a few at first, but then it started to spread quicker, and quicker. There was no cure for it, it wasn’t a manifestation of any other disease that the village had had. No cure, no classification, and no name. No name for this unspeakable horror that left us here to die.
The village was deserted, the only people left were the ones that had the disease, about seventeen, eighteen or so. They left food and water, enough to last about a year or two, because that’s how long they figured it would be before the disease overtook all of us. They deserted the entire town, and I don’t think they plan on coming back, considering what I overheard from the adults. Well, it’s their safest bet, never coming back, if the disease lingers in our bodies.
Left here to die. Every single one of us.
Setting:
The story takes place in what would be the 1940s, provided this took place in the real world. It takes place in a small village, grown significantly smaller, due to everyone deserting it in fear of the disease. It’s located near a few other towns, but other than that, it’s fairly isolated. The town is located up towards the north, but it is fairly temperate now, since it is autumn. (Think Northeast United States, preferably Vermont). Most of the people in town are farmers, or were. All crops are left for the diseased to eat, and there is an ample supply of water.
People:
The population is currently 16 and dropping at a slow rate. Six of the inhabitants are babies, ten are in their teens (this term is used loosely, think 12-19). All are infected with a deadly disease. The society is disorganized, since it has only been a week since it formed.
Technology:
If you need to, look it up, it’s probably floating around on the Internets somewhere. The kind of technology that people had in the forties. Keep in mind that this is somewhat out in the boondocks, so they wouldn’t have much. Electric lighting, the odd phonograph, that sort of thing. They probably wouldn’t get much of a signal as far as radio and that sort of thing goes. Yes, there was a school.
Resources:
Most of the houses still exist, and all of the stuff that the diseased had as far as possessions go is still there for them. There is some stuff that other people left behind, but not much. There is a large stock of dried food, as well as what’s in the fields. There are also animals, chickens and cows and the like, but not too many.
The disease (This is very important!):
Basically, it rips you apart from the inside. First, what happens is that you start to feel a bit funny, nothing serious, like a stomach flu. Then, the change starts to happen. You grow some sort of funny animal-like feature, like scales or small wings. It starts to grow, and gradually, for example, if you had scales, they would spread all over your body. This doesn’t sound particularly bad, does it? Even kind of cool, in a way. They can’t do anything much, but it looks kind of cool, depending on what you have. But it gets much worse. The problem lies underneath your skin. The features take root in your body, like a plant, and grow into your internal organs, puncturing them, and killing you. That’s about the only point where it’s seriously painful, and people have been known to go crazy, even committing suicide to escape the pain. The whole ordeal lasts about seven or eight months.
Currently: It’s October 17th, sunny, and about afternoon.
I think there's a genre for this, I just can't remember the name. I know it's fiction.
Plot
“We’re infected. We’re infected and we’re going to die.”
Some say it’s the Devil’s curse. Some say that it’s vengeful spirits of the enemies of the village. People are getting superstitious, and anything could be a sign of their coming doom. Well, it tends to happen when your doom is indeed in danger of coming. Our doom comes in the form of a sickness.
It struck about a month ago, and wasn’t widely known about, mainly because it was kept in secret. A disease that turned you to a demon and ripped you from the inside out. That would cause mass panic, something not so good in such a small village. They said it struck you when you were changing the most, so it was mostly babies and adolescents that were effected, though some children got it too. It only killed a few at first, but then it started to spread quicker, and quicker. There was no cure for it, it wasn’t a manifestation of any other disease that the village had had. No cure, no classification, and no name. No name for this unspeakable horror that left us here to die.
The village was deserted, the only people left were the ones that had the disease, about seventeen, eighteen or so. They left food and water, enough to last about a year or two, because that’s how long they figured it would be before the disease overtook all of us. They deserted the entire town, and I don’t think they plan on coming back, considering what I overheard from the adults. Well, it’s their safest bet, never coming back, if the disease lingers in our bodies.
Left here to die. Every single one of us.
Setting:
The story takes place in what would be the 1940s, provided this took place in the real world. It takes place in a small village, grown significantly smaller, due to everyone deserting it in fear of the disease. It’s located near a few other towns, but other than that, it’s fairly isolated. The town is located up towards the north, but it is fairly temperate now, since it is autumn. (Think Northeast United States, preferably Vermont). Most of the people in town are farmers, or were. All crops are left for the diseased to eat, and there is an ample supply of water.
People:
The population is currently 16 and dropping at a slow rate. Six of the inhabitants are babies, ten are in their teens (this term is used loosely, think 12-19). All are infected with a deadly disease. The society is disorganized, since it has only been a week since it formed.
Technology:
If you need to, look it up, it’s probably floating around on the Internets somewhere. The kind of technology that people had in the forties. Keep in mind that this is somewhat out in the boondocks, so they wouldn’t have much. Electric lighting, the odd phonograph, that sort of thing. They probably wouldn’t get much of a signal as far as radio and that sort of thing goes. Yes, there was a school.
Resources:
Most of the houses still exist, and all of the stuff that the diseased had as far as possessions go is still there for them. There is some stuff that other people left behind, but not much. There is a large stock of dried food, as well as what’s in the fields. There are also animals, chickens and cows and the like, but not too many.
The disease (This is very important!):
Basically, it rips you apart from the inside. First, what happens is that you start to feel a bit funny, nothing serious, like a stomach flu. Then, the change starts to happen. You grow some sort of funny animal-like feature, like scales or small wings. It starts to grow, and gradually, for example, if you had scales, they would spread all over your body. This doesn’t sound particularly bad, does it? Even kind of cool, in a way. They can’t do anything much, but it looks kind of cool, depending on what you have. But it gets much worse. The problem lies underneath your skin. The features take root in your body, like a plant, and grow into your internal organs, puncturing them, and killing you. That’s about the only point where it’s seriously painful, and people have been known to go crazy, even committing suicide to escape the pain. The whole ordeal lasts about seven or eight months.
Currently: It’s October 17th, sunny, and about afternoon.
