Apocalypse. It is a concept obsessed over and feared by the human race for thousands of years. It is the end of times, the end of civilization, the end of the reign of mankind over the Earth. Long-predicted, it has finally struck. The world is overrun by revenential monsters and cut-throat murderers.
However, many survivors refuse to acknowledge it as the end. It is not an Apocalypse, they insist, but an Affliction. And the rampant dead are not zombies, not death machines, but simply the Afflicted. The struggle has evolved not to be a struggle between the living and the dead, but rather one between the living and the living. Between good and evil.
In the end, will all truly be lost? Will the survivors inevitably destroy themselves? Or will a spark of hope grow into the raging flame they need to endure?