The Enterprisers, in Apocalypse. For the MOC Athalon.
About this creation
I don't know how much time it has been since I left Minnesota. I have no idea where I am now, somewhere in northern Canada for sure, but beyond that, no idea. I've been running for so long I can hardly remember anything of my previous life.
There were more of us when we first escaped. When the prison doors opened, all we knew was, we were free. It was a strange sight when we re-entered the outside world. We has been locked up for awhile, but none of us imagined what we saw then. There were no signs of life anywhere. Looking around, we couldn't see anyone else. For the first few days, it was fun. We found that there was no one in the stores, we could take anything we wanted.
It seemed like paradise, until one event changed us, and made us see for the first time what had happened to the world while we had been locked away. We saw it coming up the road, it looked almost like a normal human being, except we could see it was wounded and walked with a limp. One of our guys, Louie I believe, went up to speak to him. When he got close the thing leaped on him and bit into his side. We heard him scream, and stood aghast as we watched the thing bite into him, again and again, and he bled out all over the sidewalk. That was when we ran, we just ran and ran until we couldn't anymore. We sat gasping on the side of the road when we saw a pickup truck come up from over a hilltop. It came closer towards us and stopped. The driver and passenger got out, and demanded of us who we were, all while keeping guns pointed right at us. It only took a few minutes for us to explain and for them to let their guard down. Then we asked of them what the hell was going on.
They explained. About two years ago, while all of us were stuck in prison, an epidemic had struck the Earth. This new disease was completely incurable, and everyone who caught it wound up dying. For many months, the earth was a nightmare. Huge population centers like cities were where the disease spread fastest, and sometimes entire cities were wiped out. Those that survived either lived out in the country, or lived those months in total isolationism, only those who didn't come into contact with the disease survived. The human population of Earth was dealt a crushing blow, every day, there were less and less people. Then the disease finally spun itself out. Whatever survivors tried to rebuild their shattered lives, until the unthinkable happened. Because of the mass volume of death, there was simply no way to conventionally bury everyone who died of the disease. As a result, mass body dumps were erected, and these piles grew larger everyday as more died. some months after the disease petered out, and people once again came back to cities, they noticed movement at these body dumps. At first it was thought that they were only looters among the bodies, or perhaps people come back to search for the bodies of loved ones, but they were dead wrong. The attacks began soon enough, the first clue anyone had of the strange goings-on were fresh dead in the streets, not dead from disease, but mauled. Gruesome bodies with almost all organs missing, the disease was now playing a new course, bringing the dead back into a state of half-existence, still rotting, unthinking dead bodies, but given near life only through the thirst for living human flesh. Zombies. Whatever remaining humans were now under attack, fighting against their once-dead comrades for their own lives. As life became even more of a struggle than it had been during the days of sickness, one basic fact dawned on people, you must move north. Almost everyone became hell bent on this idea, cold weather clothing and guns were gathered up, and any necessary supplies were carried in cars, or on peoples backs. Almost everyone then began to trek north, the further south one started, the worse off they had it. Zombie attacks increased daily, as more and more of the once-dead began to stir awake. The remaining people making the pilgrimage north found themselves at more risk than ever before, but everyone knew they had to keep going.
Those two in the pickup truck said they had stayed back to help anyone else along the way, but they had no idea of what had befell the others who had gone north already. They suggested however, that we do the same. So we did.We raided every store we could find, and scraped together what we thought were enough supplies to get going, and then we set out.
There were 22 of us when we started out. Over the next many months of the trek, we raided every deserted town we came across, but nevertheless, every one of my comrades were picked off. Either death by starvation or by zombie attacks.
Now I am the only one left.
I still wear the jacket I had in prison. Out of all the clothes we gathered, I've found this to be the best insulating outer layer.
Everything I have I carry with me in the sled I found a long time back.
I carry what little food supplies I found at the last town, the two guns that our little group started out with, but now I retain. and excess clothing.
I've been forced to take the outfits off my fallen comrades just to keep warm clothing on hand.
Almost all I've seen for a while has been the white of snow and ice.
I still must push forth.
I have not seen life for many days.
although it is demoralizing, It does have an upside.
I haven't seen a zombie since I shot up the one who killed my last partner.
Occasionally I come across the dead body of some pour soul who has been here before me.
Out of respect, I leave any bodies alone.
I must keep pressing onward.
Towards an uncertain future.
A boulder buried in the snow offers a much needed sight-break from the sea of endless white.
But wait, what is that off in the distance, it looks like some sort of man-made wall.
It is, civilization, humans, my long trek is finally over!
Petrol leader: "What do you make of this character boys?"
patrolman: "looks like he's come up here from the zombie country, what should we do?"
Patrol leader: "We can't risk taking him into the settlement. Shoot him."
Patrolman (shouting so intruder can hear): "WE DON'T LIKE VISITORS HERE!"
Fourth wall commentary
If this build, and this story, did nothing but make you think for a moment, then I have achieved my goal. Answer me this: "In a time of such an unthinkable disaster befalls mankind, what happens to human nature?"
This happens. Human nature goes back to a basic survival mode, and its every man for himself from then on. Power is the name of the game, and whoever can get guns, controls people. Culture and life as we know it will crumble, but civilization may live on. The apocalypse means only one thing, and that one thing is chaos.
Now for some bonus material, highlighting the actual build.
The whole setup.
The first diorama I built for this.
It all started with this snowbank, I spent a good part of two day's building time on this snow bank.
I just love this snow bank.
The whole thing is actually two dioramas, this is the second one. In case you didn't notice, the both have completely SNOT bases.
Here is the gate that I came up with. I love the spiky design, and I believe I'm the first one to do a wall/gate like this. I've never seen something like it before.