Sickness ravages the land, driving people mad, to breaking point. It is slow at first, effecting the body first showing signs of flu and illness. Then the magic if you are blessed to have it flowing through your veins. Once it devours your magic then it moves to your brain, taking the life out of you in some ways. It destroys your brain but leaves you functioning, a shell that relies on the basic instincts of eating and fighting. Anything that they can find is food, although generally for most races meat it the preferred meal. Thick hides of animals and brute strength generally make them hard to kill when you don't have mind enough to pick up weapons. However humanoids, they can be easy targets, especially those of a smaller race than you. An incurable illness that drives people to cannibalism, that is what these people we now refer to as zombies have. They were once our friends, neighbours... even parents, but once the illness takes hold there is no going back. You are better to die before it takes you fully. Over the past year the illness has spread rapidly. All it takes is it getting into your blood system, one scratch from one of the creatures could cause you to fall ill, but for those who are hardy, it sometimes takes more. There is only a few safe havens left now, only so many places people can flee to, and even then they are picky about who they will take. The elves are seen as a superior race, they are almost always guaranteed refuge in one of these havens if they can make it. However if you are not one of them, you might be out of luck, left to fend for yourself in a world that is trying to kill you. Every city that falls leave refugees fighting for their lives, trying to find their way to a new town that will accept you before the disease could spread to you. The world is a hard place, food becoming more and more scarce, but there are people still wandering around, fighting, surviving, in search of a new home. ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ "No! You can't come out and play now. We don't want to draw more attention to ourselves. Hadgrit said he saw some of those creatures up ahead. We need to sneak around them. No! We don't need to kill them, we just have to get around them. Go away. No!" Standing behind Hadgrit, but in front of Zelph, Tellia was arguing with herself or so it seemed. By the end she was holding her head, struggling a bit, seeming to fight whatever was within herself as she walked. "Are ya sure she ain't sick. It would be a mercy to kill her now laddy. Why do you let her suffer like that? She is clearly losing her mind." Hadgrit had only found the pair traveling a couple days ago, he himself had been displaced from the dwarven mining town of Freymead, now traveling looking for safety. Having two kids with him, especially elvish children, was not ideal but at least it was another set of eyes to keep watch while he rested.