Rules Were Made to Rot

They say killing is impossible if your victim is already dead. A supposedly mindless, soulless, creature from the beyond. A happenstance never intended to happen. Incapable of love, passion, rage, morals, humanity. Yet this led Alaric Rothschild to question why the supposedly dead monster he was bred to kill was more human than he ever had been.

The dead are not human- to be slaughtered and maimed is the only way for human kind to see another day. Kill on sight, no hesitation, no mercy, for that was what led to the fall- whatever it takes, no choices too heavy nor too light.

The year is 3050. It has been 500 years since the zombie outbreak started. It started slowly, not moving rapid enough to infect the population at first.

The government became one world wide system. Entire countries shutting down, entirely deserted continents. Sections were created to contain the spread to no avail.

The world was entirely taken over.

Thus, the hunting began.

Alaric Rothschild- a descendant of the first Zombie hunter, bred and taught from the womb how to kill.

Nylah Duval- a seemingly nobody with no memory of her past before being bitten. Nothing but a name, built up rage, and a purpose.

To hunt the hunter.