Louisville's Migrants

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  1. AmongTheCold

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    Louisville had erupted into flames and civil unrest in a mere five days. . .

    Screams of agony rang out through Louisville's city streets. Angry and discontent citizens lit up their Molotov cocktails and primed them for the heart of each and every politician. They called for change and reform in face of the growing Red Eye threat. Their flames of rebellion were drowned in tear gas and water cannons by the law that still governed. Though soon, the law that governs will not be able to protect them, and the entirety of Louisville would be up to it's necks in a much more pressing issue.

    The aggression by the inner Louisville rioter population was the first push for most families and other citizens within the larger metropolitan area to begin migrating out of their homes toward rumored safe zones and havens to keep themselves safe during the infection.

    Those that hadn't chosen to leave early for bastions of safety were left in the broken and bloody Louisville streets. Their streets and citizens alike were consumed as citizens infected with Red Eye fell upon them. Operation Sapphire had gone active, and any trace of diseased activity was to be executed by roving National Guard squads. The non-military population of Louisville had no choice but to evacuate the city. Following Route 31W, most made way for Fort Knox. Others set their sights on smaller bastions that dotted along the way.

    The caravan stretched miles upon miles of now would be migrants. Roads too filled to drive on, the people had taken to flat ground beside the highway to make their march to safety. Nights were spent within' strangers cars, tents, or the cold hard dirt. Attacks happened by the front or tail end of the caravan, forcing once blue collar workers to bathe their hands red to protect the ones they cared about.

    As the caravan came upon Route 1934 and 31W junction the infected population of the nearby town of Greenview descended upon them. Hordes of diseased attacked the culmination of families and individuals. The entire convoy had effectively been routed, if not massacred. The large group had split into smaller groups of people, few of which managing to make it through into Valley Station. The many that hadn't gotten through the effective wall of Red Eye infected were faced with the hard choice of turning back toward the rolling boulder of Louisville. Or to attempt to persevere and fight through the horde that penned them inside the city.

    Either direction Louisville's migrants travel d
    eath for the many is assured. The few that live will forever be stained with the memory had to be done to achieve survival. These memories, experiences, is what makes them who they are. Makes it so wherever they shall roam, these people will forever be. . .

    Louisville's Migrants.
     
    #1 AmongTheCold, Apr 13, 2019
    Last edited: May 26, 2019