It’s been three-months since the plague spread across our hometown, Iwatobi. I was one of the lucky few that managed to escape along with my two younger siblings and best friend. Abandoning our homes in search of refuge, we endeavored the transition harshly, tears prickling at the end of our eyes and training amongst ourselves. Reassuring each other that our lives had a more explicit meaning than just walking meatbags.
The world we grew up in had already been tarnished by the ‘infected’ who plagued the outside beyond our sheltered walls, like parasites they progressively deteriorated the environment and withered away at the place we once called home. The infected share many faces and several forms, fiends of abstract ideas who dwell in the
The world we grew up in had already been tarnished by the ‘infected’ who plagued the outside beyond our sheltered walls, like parasites they progressively deteriorated the environment and withered away at the place we once called home. The infected share many faces and several forms, fiends of abstract ideas who dwell in the