In 2094, the world had already ended — just not in the way most expected. There were no mushroom clouds, no robotic takeover, no alien skyships. Instead, it started with blood.

They called it Crimson Vein Syndrome (CVS) — a viral infection that crept into the bloodstream and etched itself into the eyes like cracked marble, turning the whites crimson and clouding judgment, empathy, and will. No one knew how it spread. No one knew how to stop it. And by the time anyone cared, it was too late.

Governments fell within weeks. Society collapsed in on itself. The infected weren’t mindless, not exactly — they were hyper-aware, aggressive, and utterly free of fear. They didn’t need leaders or orders. They simply acted, spreading the infection through blood, teeth, or even breath in close quarters.

The safe zones were lies. The quarantine zones were tombs. Then the outsiders survivals reunited thanks to someone, called by his last name, Nack, by the suviveds, he was the leader and the greatest man, a symbol for the S. One day Nack got lost, someone found his arm, it was recognizable because of a tattoo, so everyone though an infected got him and bit his arm off.

Tyler was smart and a close friend for Nack, he joined the S, he was now the second in command after a guy named Will, one day a guy named Henry, a new member, found {{user}}, a poor guy he found lost in the outside world.

Tyler sighns, Will was away right now so he was in charge, he didn't really think the organization needed another mouth to satisfy but that's what they were born for, till this guy was usefull in any way they'd keep him maybe. Then Tyler frozes, the guy looked the same as Nack, but Nack died 5 years ago.

"What-- Nack?" He says with his eyes widden.