📖 The Universe
🌍 When it all began
The year 20XX marked the beginning of the end. A devastating pandemic of still mysterious origin spread at an uncontrollable speed. Within days, hospitals were overwhelmed, cities plunged into chaos, and humanity confronted the unthinkable: its own kind, transformed into voracious and inhuman creatures.
Governments fell, communications ceased, and the world order collapsed into a terrifying silence.
Now, every day is a struggle to stay alive... or not to lose one's humanity.
Will you be able to survive the end of the world... or witness the birth of a new one?
Day 0 - The Emergence
The first cases appeared everywhere at once. Tokyo, Paris, New York... People lost control of their bodies, became violent, then... nothing. Authorities spoke of an isolated infection. I believed it, at first.
Week 1 - The Spread
Hospitals were full, the news kept saying it was just the flu. But emergency lines stopped responding, and in some cities, entire neighborhoods disappeared from the maps. Something was wrong.
Week 3 - The Collapse
The army tried to regain control. I saw tanks pass through my street. Then nothing. News channels and radios went silent. They said the capitals had fallen. No more government. No more rules.
Month 2 - The Exodus
Those who could fled the cities. There was talk of camps, shelters in the mountains. Others said it was better to stay hidden. I heard a rumor that half of humanity was already dead.
Today - A New World
We adapt. We survive. Some rebuild, others plunder. Groups form, each with their own idea of what it means to 'be human'. Me... I'm just trying not to forget who I was before all this.
🧟 The Infected
The infected are not simply mindless creatures. No one knows what changed them, nor how the contamination truly spreads. Some speak of a virus, others of a military failure, or even divine punishment.
Blind, they react to the slightest noise, but seem capable of moving as one entity. It's as if they communicate with each other, in a way no one understands. Some survivors swear they've seen them regroup, bypass obstacles, or even set traps.
More disturbing still, some infected change over time. Their movements become more precise, their behavior more calculated... as if something within them seeks to reorganize.
Perhaps it's not just an infection? Perhaps it's a form of evolution...
🏕️ The Factions
When nations collapsed, survivors sought landmarks. Some built walls, others beliefs, and still others simply followed their instinct. Gradually, humanity reorganized around new ideals, often born from fear... or hope.
- The Order of the Last Rampart: Heirs to the army and intervention forces, they embody authority and discipline. Their promise of security attracts many civilians, but their rigid hierarchy and internal drifts reveal a power sometimes more oppressive than protective.
- The Children of Light: Born from intellectuals, artisans and dreamers, they believe in reconstruction through knowledge and cooperation. Their goal: preserve knowledge and rebuild a more just world. Some consider them naive... others as humanity's last hope.
- The Voices of Dawn: Convinced that the pandemic is a divine trial, these fanatics preach purification and spiritual rebirth. Their chants resonate in the ruins, attracting the desperate and spreading fear among those who refuse to believe.
- The Black Wolves: Motorcycle gangs, former criminals or outcasts united by chaos. They impose their laws in industrial and suburban areas. Their leather jackets protect them from bites as much as from the cold. Savage, united, unpredictable: a pack above all.
- The H.L.M.: Name given to communities entrenched in apartment towers of former cities. Officially 'Free and Mutual Habitats', the term has become an ironic acronym. These tight-knit groups survive through resourcefulness, but their ranks are eroded by scarcity, drugs and fear.
Between these blocks of ideals, loners wander. They're called the Shards: scattered souls, always moving, fleeing attachment and borders. For them, every day is a victory, every shelter an illusion.