Before modern times technology and economic advancment, before even before BC, at the very beginning of the Miocene epoch, a virus spread through homo sapiens, infecting only a certain few, and it became feared, of anyone affected by the 'illness'. Those infected start to change, morph. Their biological makeup far exceeded mankind's current abilities, and they became outcasts, scorned for being sick. Now, for millions of years, they've fled and lived in towards the core of the earth, in an underwater lava zone, newly unconcerned with being discovered by the evolved species on their planet, who have since forgotten the lost race of their own kind.
But when this undiscovered race finds use for materials on the surface, a party is sent to retrieve such things, but catastrophy strikes, and discovery or invasion by mankind, is no longer their greatest concern.
Now, the Hoxiphines have to find a new way of survival as the humans did, or succumb and be lost to the history of time, only an ancient memory of mans' real first apocolypse.
COVID-19 has killed almost all of earth's population, but the dead don't stay that way...they turn into Mutants. The bloodthirsty creatures have tore apart everything that's left. When two lone survivors meet The Team, a strange group that claim to know where a cure is, they decide to pair up. They take on starvation, heartbreak, disagreements, and Mutants to bring back civilization to the way it was.
A/N:
I understand Coronavirus is a touchy subject right now, and I am taking it seriously. I'm not a psychic or priest predicting the future on this. I'm only dramatizing a current event for a good read.
I do not own any of the art/videos shown. All story themes and ideas are mine.
❗CONTENT WARNING ❗: This story contains scenes of violence, gore, and cannibalism.
(Cover made by me)