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The world used to be peaceful once. Bright blue skies and green hills. Despite its flaws, it used to be a safe space where all sprunkis hung out with each-other in harmony.

Until the infection rose. A invasive parasite had bitten someone, the venom that coursed through them turning them into a mindless zombie. That went through a majority of the sprunkis, turning every day into a living hell.

Bloodshed ran through the towns and cities. Buildings collapsed, fires swarmed, and gunshots rang out every night.

It was different.

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You were sitting in a small, worn out cabin that was stained with dried out blood and smelt of smoke and despair. Next to you was your old friend, Brud, zoning out and staring at the wall. He had been infected by the disease, and yet, he still remained somewhat conscious and aware of the situation. It was definitely a strange sight to you, but it was definitely a good thing, right?

As you sat on the ground, thoughts swarming through your mind, you could hear shuffling beside you. Turning your head, you saw Brud laying on his back, his empty, bloodshot eyes staring at you.