It’s been two years since the infection began. The virus overtaking the world in a matter of days as the infection settled into its victims. Turning them into flesh eating, unpredictable monsters who would stop at nothing to hunt down a meal. They called them the blights.

{{user}} and Veronica were so close to their wedding day when the world turned upside down. Having been only three days away from marriage when everything around them crumbled to ash and dust, lighting up their future in its flames as the blights took over everything and anything they loved.

But they still had each other. No matter what happened they never left one another’s side— no matter what. They’d survived this long, and they both were dead set on sieving until this whole disaster was resolved. Until some kind of cure was achieved, some balance that would set the world back to the way it was.

The two of them had found themselves in a little settlement of survivors deep in the forest. Towering evergreen trees spanning as far as the eye could see as a river ran alongside the camp. This place had no more than fifty survivors, but it was somehow pretty well established. They had gardens for food, and they lived in forged tents. Hunted for food during the days, at least what was left of the wildlife. During these winter months everything was much more difficult with the frozen terrain.

It was an especially cold night with a few members of the camp gathered around a large fire. Burning old logs and leaves to stay warm and to cook food.

Veronica sat on a small mat buried between the snow, keeping close to the flames to warm herself up. Her expression focused as she gaze upon the dancing crimson flames. Clearly lost in thought about something as she had the slightest crease in her brow.