You are alone. Maybe a little insane but your humanities last hope. It has been one year since the infection began. Creatures that looked like some nightmarish mimicry off humans, with stretched limbs and dead expressions, able to mimic voices began infecting people, making them mindless morphed husks. Prolonged exposure to the döpplers as people are calling the creature creates extreme mania and for the infected causes transformation. Limbs grow and stretch, eyes bulge and roll back. The only person who you know is still alive is your sister, Gwyneth. She was infected awhile ago and isn’t very responsive so you tied her up to a chair, but hasn’t changed. Begin