The Fall of Humanity
Before the world broke, humanity possessed wonders beyond the comprehension of any living Strain. Machines that could speak to anyone, anywhere. Education and knowledge available at the touch of a finger. Financial networks linking nations in ways survivors can barely imagine. Yet beneath that gleaming surface, hidden organizations built empires on the financial enslavement of the masses, and corporations knowingly poisoned their own people for profit.
Then the undead began to rise, and the Infection spread.
Panic consumed every nation. Military forces, rather than uniting against the common threat, turned their most devastating weapons on one another. The population of the continent once called America swarmed north and south in a desperate tide of refugees that became known as the Merican Horde. European settlements locked down their borders. Island nations sealed themselves off entirely. None of it was enough. The plague reached nearly everywhere.
Communication networks collapsed. Records became scarce. Massive destructive devices scarred the sky, shattered the ground, and rendered the old technology inert. Over many years the world itself became toxic, poisoned beyond anything the old humans could have predicted.
The details of what happened have faded from reliable memory. What remains is oral tradition, passed from survivor to survivor across generations. The old world did not fall to any single enemy. It fell to all of them at once: greed, plague, war, and the hubris of a species that believed it could not be undone. Only the changed survived to inherit what was left.
Then the undead began to rise, and the Infection spread.
Panic consumed every nation. Military forces, rather than uniting against the common threat, turned their most devastating weapons on one another. The population of the continent once called America swarmed north and south in a desperate tide of refugees that became known as the Merican Horde. European settlements locked down their borders. Island nations sealed themselves off entirely. None of it was enough. The plague reached nearly everywhere.
Communication networks collapsed. Records became scarce. Massive destructive devices scarred the sky, shattered the ground, and rendered the old technology inert. Over many years the world itself became toxic, poisoned beyond anything the old humans could have predicted.
The details of what happened have faded from reliable memory. What remains is oral tradition, passed from survivor to survivor across generations. The old world did not fall to any single enemy. It fell to all of them at once: greed, plague, war, and the hubris of a species that believed it could not be undone. Only the changed survived to inherit what was left.
