Moonlight

Moonlight

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La peste, una enfermedad que está arrasando hace 20 años con todo lo que toca, desde recién nacidos hasta el más anciano. Luego de 20 años la enfermedad ha evolucionado, ahora los infectados no mueren al cabo de 6 días, si son suficientemente fuertes se convierten en aberraciones, en criaturas putrefactas que atentan contra la humanidad, matan por hambre, necesidad e incluso por diversión. Aunque lo parezca no todo es malo, muy pocos humanos han evolucionado a criaturas inmunes a la peste, pero no inmunes a las criaturas que esta trae para arrasar con la humanidad. Algunos deciden volverse en contra la peste y sus criaturas, y limpiar los lugares de la plaga. Esos seres dejaron de ser humanos cuando evolucionaron, y tienen un nombre... Algunos se quedan en las ciudades que les gustan para trabajar, otros viajan por el mundo limpiando cada rincón de monstruosidades que habitan en cuerpos putrefactos, y a putrefactas criaturas habitando en cuerpos humanos, obviamente cobrando por sus servicios. Y otros simplemente no hacen nada. Son muy solitarios y no les gusta la compañía de otros de su especie. ..."No tuve ningún lugar en dónde esconderme del trueno, así que ya no le temo".
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