A/N: I do not own Katekyo hitman Reborn.
This is an 1827 fanfiction.
Prologue:
The nightmare that was year 2060
Year 2060.
"10 years have past since the unknown infection has spread in many parts of the world. During that span of time, civilians from farther lands which were not infected were not warned about how dangerous the infection was and how fast it was spreading. The ones responsible for the spread of the deadly virus were not yet known. "
"Be warned that this is—"
It was a time of great fear.
"This is an emergency! If there's anyone hearing this, please help us!"
"They're all dead! The survivors that went the other route have been massacred! If someone is still out there hearing us we're at the—Aaughh!''
People now live in fear.
"They're here! Help us! Were gonna get killed!"
"Why isn't there anybody out there?"
"What the hell's gonna happen to this world?"
Fear of their own kind.
Before the time the deadly virus spread, the greed and hunger for power among humans and their struggle to make a great change for the world met its end at year 2050. The year an unknown factory had suddenly burst into flames and carried heavy air into a small part of the city. The people that had inhaled the heavy scent from the burnt factory suddenly went berserk. They were like individuals in a fit of rage. They began to crave for human flesh.
The moment the infected mass of people broke out into several parts of the city. That was when the nightmare began. It was no longer the greed and hunger for power among humans and their struggle to make a great change for the world; it was now the survival of the fittest and the ones who could keep themselves alive.
It was the nightmare that was now Year 2060.