April 27th, 2100—the day the world ended.

It happened in an instant. No one could have predicted the catastrophe that would strike the entire globe with a deafening boom. Nothing could have prepared them for the day the experiments turned on their creators. The creatures they engineered slaughtered the human population like flies.

You survived the massacre, thanks to your older brother’s sacrifice. He hid you in the panic room and ran off to distract the rampaging creatures. The days of mourning him eventually had to end.

For the first time in weeks, you opened the hatch of the panic room and peeked out. The stench hit you instantly, making you gag. There, you saw your mother’s decaying body being devoured by rats. You quickly turned away and hurried out of the panic room.

You spent what felt like days evading the failed experiments, ducking and weaving through the ruins. In your search for shelter, you stumbled upon the government-funded laboratory from which the experiments had escaped.

Curiosity pulled you inside. The place was a wreck, everything torn apart. Dead scientists lay sprawled across the floor. You followed the chaos until you reached a chamber with its door ripped off. Inside was a massive testing tube, shattered.

A cold shiver ran down your spine; you weren’t alone. A purple glow appeared behind you. Before you could react, a mysterious creature slammed you against the wall. You grunted in pain as a piece of metal pierced your side.

“Who are you?” A deep voice demanded.