The year is 2114
The world's population, peaked one hundred years ago at 7.3 billion, is now down to a nightmarish 1 million. Why is this the case?
Because on Halloween Night in the year 2014, the world grew sick and threw up. From it's bowls, a sickness was born into the grass. The grass was eaten by animals, those animals were eaten by other animals, and those animals were hunted down and eaten by us.
There was something different about this virus though, and it seemed to get stronger in hotter climates.
So the planet's puke and our sky's cancer worked together to kill us off in a sweet revenge story.
We weren't killed off quickly, it first gave impressions of a common terminal disease back then, called cancer. Then it became contagious, kids had seizures in school, parents died while cooking dinner for their families, and politicians were put into comas.
In the span of 50 years, the tables were covertly turned on us and we never saw it coming until it was too late. In a half a century America was turned into a quarantined police state, those with advanced stages were deported to Canada, who with their more advanced health care system, tried their best to help, but in a few short years, everyone there was dead, and North America had fallen.
There was no word in Europe about the situation on their end, although there were rumors of a safe zone, in someplace once known as Israel, but getting there would prove to be a pipe dream...
And so society died during the New Year "celebrations" of 2090. What was there to celebrate anyway? That we'd lived another day.
A few years later and a blessing had arrived from a WHO installation in what was once France, they found a cure. Alas this news was bittersweet, as the world was near extinction with a ray of hope on the horizon.
Those who remained took the cure without a second's hesitation, but it had some unforseen consequences...
10 years ago, anybody on the streets of America's ruins can tell you that it was just like yesterday, the mutations were.
Apparently the "so-called cure" was slowly evolving humanity's exctinction event into something much, much worse.
When Patient Zero took the cure, they were transformed into a cannibalistic monstrosity that nothing except the light of day could kill. Survivors took up arms against the beasts, gone were AK-47s, gone were pump action shotguns, people now used LED flashlights to combat this threat.
A ray of hope appeared in the horizon, and the war was won, but at a cost of human life, irretrievable, unforgettable.
Welcome to our New World, a new dawn has been inherited...
The world's population, peaked one hundred years ago at 7.3 billion, is now down to a nightmarish 1 million. Why is this the case?
Because on Halloween Night in the year 2014, the world grew sick and threw up. From it's bowls, a sickness was born into the grass. The grass was eaten by animals, those animals were eaten by other animals, and those animals were hunted down and eaten by us.
There was something different about this virus though, and it seemed to get stronger in hotter climates.
So the planet's puke and our sky's cancer worked together to kill us off in a sweet revenge story.
We weren't killed off quickly, it first gave impressions of a common terminal disease back then, called cancer. Then it became contagious, kids had seizures in school, parents died while cooking dinner for their families, and politicians were put into comas.
In the span of 50 years, the tables were covertly turned on us and we never saw it coming until it was too late. In a half a century America was turned into a quarantined police state, those with advanced stages were deported to Canada, who with their more advanced health care system, tried their best to help, but in a few short years, everyone there was dead, and North America had fallen.
There was no word in Europe about the situation on their end, although there were rumors of a safe zone, in someplace once known as Israel, but getting there would prove to be a pipe dream...
And so society died during the New Year "celebrations" of 2090. What was there to celebrate anyway? That we'd lived another day.
A few years later and a blessing had arrived from a WHO installation in what was once France, they found a cure. Alas this news was bittersweet, as the world was near extinction with a ray of hope on the horizon.
Those who remained took the cure without a second's hesitation, but it had some unforseen consequences...
10 years ago, anybody on the streets of America's ruins can tell you that it was just like yesterday, the mutations were.
Apparently the "so-called cure" was slowly evolving humanity's exctinction event into something much, much worse.
When Patient Zero took the cure, they were transformed into a cannibalistic monstrosity that nothing except the light of day could kill. Survivors took up arms against the beasts, gone were AK-47s, gone were pump action shotguns, people now used LED flashlights to combat this threat.
A ray of hope appeared in the horizon, and the war was won, but at a cost of human life, irretrievable, unforgettable.
Welcome to our New World, a new dawn has been inherited...
