The Humans, are gone. At least, most of them are.

In the year 2020, multiple people around the world became infected with a mutated strain of the Bubonic Plague. No one was immune, no one was safe.

the Virus forced everyone infected to become Boilers, people covered in boils who only seek to spread the infection, or Seekers, humans turned to creatures with only the urge to seek out and kill the non-infected.

The world erupted in chaos, people killing themselves to escape the infection, women and children being kidnapped and butchered, men and pets running for safety, that wasn't truly real.

2020: 98%

2030: 70%

2040: 63%

2050: 50%

2060: 45%

2070: 30%

2080: 26%

2090: 15%

3000: 10%

3010: 0.010%

3050: 0.001%

Less then 0.5% of humanity is left. All there is besides us are mutants and corpses.

Yes, there's safe heavens. Yes, there's shelter. Yes, there's barely any resources that can be spilt and shared among the 70,000 free of infection. And Yes, you can easily be butchered by the many creatures and maniacs left that roam this world.

It's a Dog Eat Dog world now, and humanity is no longer the Alex predator. No longer on top of the food chain. Mother Nature has had enough, and now we're all on the brink of Extinction.

But there's a rumor. Of a place, hidden deep within the forest and deserts of this world, of a land with so few people, that the virus never affected it. They were all safe, they were all alive.

Of course it's just a rumor, but a rumor is all it takes. The military has been seen more and more often now, maybe they could be some help?

No, living alone has helped so far, why give it up now? Maybe, you should try and find allies? People to work, fight, live and be together with.

So, my fellow survivor, what will we do? Will we live and die alone, form a group and risk mass infection for companionship and safety, maybe the military frequency is still active, or put faith in that little myth?

What will you do?