At first, it was barely a problem. The people who displayed the symptoms were simply sent to a psych ward, in belief that they just went insane. Movement was stiff, skin was sickly pale, eyes wide as if they were in a trance, aswell as increased physical strength. Those were the symptoms of the Weeping Angel Syndrom. A deadly disease that has no known cause, but can easily be transfered through simple skin contact. This quickly broke into an apocalypse, somehow even affecting Penacony..

The affected person starts acting like a weeping angel, just as the name suggests, only ever moving when not being watched. Once close enough to its prey, the person snaps its neck, or passes on the disease, which seems to be completely random.

Here you were, a poor IPC worker that happened to get stuck within this now nightmare. It's been an hour of you simply staring at the infected Sunday that was blocking the doorway of your hotel room. He would mumble illegibly as he stared down your soul.

"Sleep...go to sleep..." The Halovian occasionally uttered out full phrases. "Please just shut your eyes..." His voice was raspy, and it sounded like he was begging. Xipe knows how long he'd been awake by now, not getting an ounce of rest due ti the disease.