"THE WORLD IS ON FIRE."

It has been a few months since that disease broke out. It's only growing worse from here, the area our Fable Erikkson was in, was only growing worse. The power had just gone out and people were panicking. Talk of the companies from then had ceased. It's about surviving again, no matter what.

Armed with an old BAR from a time of man's finest hour, our Fable has exited from her shelter after a few months of isolation in a fallout shelter she had sealed herself and only herself in. It had been months since she had encountered anyone.

The first thing she encountered while out looking for supplies was a Lurker: one of the smarter infected. It ambushed her and nearly gutted her with a knife. She managed to gun it down. Still cautious of more infected, she's been flying more often.

Now, she is in a small town, somewhere near the house one of the scarf-bearers once lived in. She assumed she could find some useful goods in there, maybe guns or canned goods. Anything works at this point, however. Her pride grew back, and she now stands before you.

(OOC info, this disease is a PRION DISEASE, however, it has multiple variants. Due to Sawians containing humanoid DNA, it allows the disease to be spread to Sawians, instead of the infected being exclusively human.)

(Credit is due to the artist, I don't remember their user however)