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Speaking of the story, here's a draft:
Oh, and I put it in play form.
Fall
INTRODUCTION
The Valley
It was fall. The trees were waving their multi-colored leaves. A beautiful waterfall to the west set the valley off as being completely perfect in every way. But it wasn’t. Something was wrong. There were no birds, singing their warbling tunes in the light of the sun. There were no deer, grazing on the tall grass of the copses. The forest seemed lifeless, dull, in comparison to other forests. Oh yes, the trees were still fluttering their leaves, but it seemed painted, a warped reality with something sinister hidden behind. Suddenly, a flash! There was a deep, ominous sound, like the signal of thunder before a rainstorm, and the earth itself opened! A perfectly circular hole appeared in the ground, and a curious yet foreboding gray mist seeped from it. The trees’ leaves began to fall faster, for the trees were dying quickly. Insects of all sizes and shapes fled in terror before the horrible anomaly. One lone squirrel tried in vain to escape the killing mist, but was enveloped and toppled from a tree to the gray forest floor. The valley was dead. The gods have declared war on Greece.
This is the winter of mankind.
ACT I
The Blood on the Rock
My people were brave. They were strong. That didn’t stop the eerie mist from killing them all without mercy. We were blessed by the gods. Blessed! But they have forsaken us, for a crime that was not our own. Sparta kidnapped Zeus’ most prized son, and the gods vowed to destroy all mortals. I have run, alone, from this threat. However, if I can warn them, man could outrun this plague. I am traveling to Athens, to warn them of the pitiless mist. I must save Greece. I stand upon a rock, looking to Athens. A strike! My blood splatters the rock, and I am falling…falling forever in the winter of mankind.
ACT II
A Need for Warning
I am Nenemus, a thief. I was following the chieftain, waiting for my chance to kill him and take spoils from his body. Just as I saw my chance, a gray man burst from the bushes to my left and bit him in the side. He turned towards me, and I saw he was no man. His eyes were the purest white, and his flesh was charred and rotting. I took my bow and arrow and shot him through the head. I went over to the dying man, and in his dementia, he spoke. “Save…Greece….Warn…Athens…winter…of mankind.” He fell still. In my head, an epiphany was blossoming. He must have been traveling to Athens to warn them of these monsters! I felt great guilt for having thought of slaying this man. As I went on to Athens, I thought of the chieftain’s last words. Truly, this is the winter of mankind.
ACT III
The Plan, the Siege, and the Idea
When Zeus’ son Leurkhmon was kidnapped by the Spartans, naturally he was angry beyond words. Finally he managed to bellow, “We must punish the mortals!” Apollo stood up to reason with him, then sat down quickly when he saw Zeus’ bucket of thunderbolts nearby. “Who has ideas?!” Zeus shrieked. Ares jumped to his feet and said, “A battle!” But Hera suggested a plague, and Zeus improvised wildly. “Yes, a plague. That will do. It will surround Sparta to its gates!” “But the mortals are smarter than that. They would travel to Sparta immediately,” Athena put in. “What if humans caught by the plague became reanimated, and humans bit by the reanimated humans would become reanimated in the same way?” “That’s brilliant, Athena!” said Zeus, “and I shall create it right away! This will be the winter of mankind!”
ACT IV
The Doomed City
Up ahead, I can see a road marker next to the gravel road. The birds are chirping, and things seem oddly tranquil next to the weight of the message upon my chest. The road marker says ‘ATHENS, 26300 STEPS.’ 26300 Steps! I must be getting close! Soon this burden will be off my chest. As I am getting nearer to Athens, my thirst amasses. Soon I must find water. Wait! I can hear horses, galloping towards me. Surely this chariot would have water? I hide behind a tree, bow and arrow at the ready. The chariot goes round the bend. Twang! I let my arrow fly. I quickly search the chariot, finding water in a flask and gold, too! I drink my fill and ready the horses. This will speed my journey. A quick tug of the reins and the chariot is off to Athens. Why does the road suddenly seem unsafe? A rustle in the bushes as I travel signals that something is following me. Suddenly, the chieftain bursts out of the bushes, moving much faster than normal humans. He leaps onto the chariot, sinking his teeth into my flesh. The chariot swerves and overturns. I have failed. Athens is doomed. Greece is doomed. If only…