Everything was perfectly fine.

We all thought that the worst of it was over.

The world was peaceful at last.

...

Then, it came.

The Sickness

It came because we thought it was a good idea to...

To revive it...

We only wanted to study it!

We didn't mean any harm!

Now most of the people have died of the Sickness.

The ones who survived it changed.

They weren't themselves anymore.

They were darker, more violent, evil.

There is only a handful of people who haven't been subjected to the Sickness now.

They are our only hope at finding a way to stop it.

God...

What have we done?