Prologue

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Prologue

A year. That's how long it has been since the virus has started to spread. No one knows how it started. At least, no one alive knows. One bite from a walking corpse and you are gone, becoming one of them; nothing but a walking corpse hungry for human flesh. Either that or you would have to breathe in the air near a dead body; that's where the virus will linger after you kill the corpse.

Everyone thought that they would be ready for the outbreak. They've seen the movies, read the books, played the games, and might have even acted it out when they were little. But when the government didn't warn the people beforehand, all hell broke loose.

And just like that, everything we knew before was in ruins. Supplies from stores were gone within weeks; buildings and neighborhoods were destroyed from bombs dropped to get rid of the walking corpses. Family and friends were separated, hundreds of places were said to be safe, but when time came around to get there, it was too late.

Cities that were once full and alive with people, are now deserted and dead with walking corpses. Finding groups were hard to find, and whenever you do meet people, well, let's just say that you have to fear them more than the zombies. If there's anything that people in this world needs more than just a sanctuary and a cure, is trust.

But trust is one of the things that have died since the virus broke out. 


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