Our society has been plagued by the manifestation of all evil in the world. It took mere months for this disease to eat away at and lay to waste our entire country. Our citizens went down in a blaze of panicked glory.
There were some who hid away cowardly and prayed for forgiveness; they begged their God to save them from what they believed to be the work of the devil himself, but their God never showed. There were others still, driven mad with fear, and they too locked themselves away until they starved or committed suicide out of desperation.
And then there were the few, the ones who fought back. We were sparse, uncommon in the beginning; the brave some who weren't driven to insanity by the fear and did not sit back and blindly expect divine interference. We are responsible for the rebuilding of this country, piece by piece like an intricate jigsaw puzzle, and even now, many, many years later, there are still pieces missing.
We are no longer at the top of the food chain. Humanity is stalked, in the cold dead of night and the fierce blaze of sunlight, by a beast. They are the new threat, the apex predator, and they come in packs. They detect our scent well before we detect their presence. One bite, one mere scratch, means certain, absolute death. They are foul creatures whose intentions are always the same- to feast.
We call them Hollows, and it's our job to kill them; to take back what is ours.
What's left of our country is in tattered ruins and overrun by the Hollows, with the exception of a few fortress cities like mine... but what's left of our people is not. We have become strong. We train, starting at the age of eight: response to medical emergencies, use of advanced weaponry, and survival on the outside, in the world of the Hollows.
We may have lost the battle, but we will not lose the war. We will fight back, even until nothing remains of our humanity at all. But we will survive, because we have something the Hollows don't have; something worth fighting for.