Disclaimer: this is an idea I have for some short horror stories and just want to get some opinions on whether this is a good basis for some. Feel free to criticize and critique.
The world has changed. No more are the days of innocence and fun. The war made sure of that. The war and, more specifically, the bombs.
These new forms of explosives caused rapid and severe mutation in anyone and anything that came in contact with the liquid particles or inhaled its fumes. It spread like radiation, infecting our water and being carried by high altitude atmospheric winds. It seemed no one was safe. The outside world was uninhabitable, man and creature alike changing before our the eyes of anyone who witnessed the contact.
Sweet little creatures such as bunnies would become grotesque, hairless monsters, their spines contorting into strange angles, their legs growing long, claws sprouting from their feet. Their pale, yellow eyes bulging from their sockets and their teeth becoming rotten and jagged. These creatures would become so aggressive and deadly to anything that moved. It was a nightmare. And no living creature could escape similar fates. Plants and trees rot and decay within hours. Some types of trees mutate, becoming a type of incubator for strange diseases that cause flesh to melt from bones when disturbed. Men, women and children.. All becoming grotesque and hideous creatures knowing nothing but pain and suffering. I pity them. But not as much as I pity myself.
You see the horrible truth is everyone on earth, as far as I know, has suffered the same fate. Everyone but me. My wife… My children. I watched everyone I loved become Cursed. Only I was spared. I would kill myself, but God has a sick sense of humor. I get to watch my family become grotesque monsters, and I become, in a way, immortal. I put a gun in my mouth and pulled the trigger, And woke up some time later, unhurt. I jumped from the highest building I could find, 56 stories I think, and all that did was knock the wind out of me. I’ve tried cutting, stabbing, burning and crushing myself, all to no avail. I feel pain, but I cannot die. I need no sleep, food or water.
That was 3 years ago. When I gave up trying to die, I just started walking. I didn’t know where I was going or what I was looking for, but in all that time… In all the places I’ve seen, I haven’t ever seen a normal person, or creature. Every city and town I’ve walked through, there’s been nothing but decaying husks of what the world use to be, all filled with the lost souls of the Cursed wandering the streets attacking one another and tearing each other apart. I am completely and utterly alone. So maybe the cold, hard truth is that I am truly the one who is Cursed. I just hope I age. Only time will tell. But until then, I guess I will just keep walking. I don’t hope to find anyone alive. I hope the sun falls from the damn sky and demolishes this damn rock I’m cursed to walk.