Gud virus
Even after all these years, I still remember the grim sensation of stabbing my sister through the heart.
I remember her face as she took her final breath, her gasps for air calling to me, not filled with animosity, but the purest of love.
She did not resent me for what I did, and although my actions seemed justified, the act of killing my own sister is something I can never find solace in.
Death is meant to be the end of everything.
The final certainty of life.
At least, that is what I believed.
In my world, death is merely the true passage to power.
The dead rise to face the living, not as memories or ghosts or even vengeful wraiths, but as something far worse.
Creatures that turn fiction into reality and forced humanity to the edge of extinction.
We call them the Drauga, dead bodies plagued by the virus that reverses decay, and now, they rule the surface of the earth.
As a member of the Grateful Undead Corps, a unit formed to fight back against the impossible.
My mission is simple to understand and nearly impossible to achieve.
To take back a world that no longer belongs to the living.
A world riddled by the undead.
I swore on my sister’s grave, that I would survive to attain my vengeance, becoming strong enough to ensure such tragedies no longer exist.
Humanity is still here. For now. And as long as I am alive, it will remain that way.