27 years ago, the world as many knew it ended. Normal life was made null, and humanity was thrust into an age of fear. The Cordyceps Brain Infection spread via spores or a bite, and those infected became monsters of fungal descent, relentless in their need to infect others. It seemed to be a new age of survival, of constantly observing surroundings, of never letting your guard down, even for a second.

However, in this darkness, there grew communities; a light in the eternal dark.

From the ruins of society grew small towns and groups. After a while, a little bit of the old life was realized. Children played in makeshift parks and went to school, trades became essential again, and meetings were held to improve whatever they could, rather than what was next to eat. Although, the infected still ran the world.

Thus, patrols had to happen. Small groups and pairs were formed from highly trained members, and they were sent out to sweep through the encompassing area to rid them of infected. A simple system.

And yet, not so simple.