Malice

For three years, the world didn't just decay; it curdled.
The infection didn't rot the flesh or turn people into shambling, mindless corpses.

It did something worse.

It hijacked the human brain, stripping away every ounce of empathy and leaving behind a hyper aggressive, predatory instinct transmitted like rabies through saliva.

The infected were fast, organized in their madness, and utterly uncontrollable; killing anything or anyone that crosses their path.

With no remorse.

But when the canned goods ran out and the wildlife grew scarce, the true horror evolved. Starvation is a slow, agonizing rot of the mind.

As the line between the monsters and the sane dissolved completely, the bloodlust didn't vanish-it sharpened its teeth.

In the hollowed-out ruins of the old world, the infected are no longer your only enemy. The uninfected have stopped running. They have started harvesting.