First Generation

The shock of having killed an infected rattled Orum. He had slain several monsters in that strange dream of his… but those were monsters in the dream. The hideous creature in front of him had been a human once, and they were in the real world. 

Monsters had no place in the real world.

…But killers had.

After all, the real world was not that different from a nightmare. 

Wiping his sweat, he turned away, pulled his sister close, and shielded her from the gruesome sight. 

'We can't stay still. We need to get away from this district before the fire spreads.'

"Orie…"

He looked at his sister and forced out a smile. 

"It's fine. I'm not hurt. It's… it's all going to be fine."

He remembered hearing the ghostly voice say that he had received something… some kind of memory. That was not the first time he had heard these words, but their meaning escaped him.