Prologue
My name is Limburry. Limburry Call. And this is the truth.
The world you knew, when you were still alive, when peace was all you knew, when all you knew was you were going to work tomorrow, or school, or the daycare, or even if you were about to be born. The world you knew, or knew you were about to enter, is long gone.
It's dead. Or, more correctly, every human, is dead. No one knew it was coming. No one had a chance.
A deadly virus got out, One that the government had complete control of. The government was creating a virus that they could use during war, to cause civilians and soldiers to... in all technicalities, lose their minds. They were meant to be in a temporary sleep. Kind of like a coma, and with the right price, the disease could be cured with a simple injection. They didn't expect the disease to get out of hand, or so they told us.
The disease worked as planned, the victims fell into a dormant state. Then they woke up. Without the cure, the disease animated the human bodies, human bodies, attacking other humans, infected humans, any human of any kind. It was then scientists realized the disease was spreadable.
Contact with blood or saliva to any uninfected human changed them into ravenous blood thirsty mauling beasts. Biting almost anything that moved, unable of communicating or even having a rational thought before they attacked, not even having a rational thought after.
In short term, a good ideal name for them would be Zombies.
