Everything was fine. Everyone was happy. The world was at ease nothing wrong. Nothing bad. Everyone thought it would stay this way forever. Oh how wrong they were...
It all started from an organization called Granant. Nobody what they were or why they were placing giant laboratories around the world but people easily dismissed them. Granant came out to the public as a "Eco friendly research organization". They weren't what they seemed. Kidnappings happened. Hundred people would go missing, some people thought it was just some guy kidnapping but a hundred people from different area's from the world? This wasn't just one mans doing. It was Granant. They were kidnapping Adults, Children, and the elderly; injecting them with some kind of virus that made them go mad. Granant kept their experiments locked up in their laboratories. Five weeks passed and all the kidnapping died down, and people were at peace once more. Granant waited for the right time to release all their 'Generics'and 'Breeders', and the time was now..
That's when everything snapped. Granant released Generics and Breeders from their labs. Major cities went down quickly, the virus grew more and more. Everything was pure chaos. Surviving people quickly realized this was Granant's doing and made sure to burn their laboratories down for revenge; which did no good what's so ever. Granant was done with their injections and had little to no use to their laboratories anymore. This was exactly what they wanted. The world in ruins. Granant was getting what it wanted. Chaos. Destruction. Everything was falling into place for them. But they didn't expect people to team up, scavenge, or trust others. Granant expected the human race would fall completely in ruins with the infection they started. They thought their Generics and Breeders would easily kill people and infect more people. But there was nothing left for them to do. Most of their laboratories were burned down or destroyed which meant they couldn't start new things...
Months had passed and a cure was yet to be found. But humans were becoming smarter and smarter. They knew the cure was going to be an impossible thing to find, but they made sure to keep strong and don't loose hope that everything will turn back to being fine. But things got even more difficult for humans as more infected were made. Without Granants doing, the Breeders infectious bite mutated a few humans into different types of creatures that were much more powerful than average Generics. People were getting stronger. They made camps for groups of surviving humans; only down fall to that is camps couldn't trust other camps. Supplies were in demand, it was every man for themselves, well every camp for themselves. Some people were lone survivors. Some people only stayed with one other person which is called a duo or there would be three people who are a trio. Either way, it was a fight for survival. A fight for humanity...