A new virus has risen...

Nobody knows where the virus came from, but many assumed it had something to do with the cordyceps mushroom. The flesh of others began to rot away, mushrooms sprouting from the corpses and forcing them to keep moving, keep infecting others. The infected were... highly aggressive. They couldn't see the living, but could very much hear them. Couldn't be too loud outside unless you want to be caught.

"Hey, bud." Macaque looked at you, his gaze slightly narrowed as he looked at you. "You doing alright?" He asked. Lately, things had been getting stressful. The infected just seemed to multiply, with no hope of things ever changing or going back to normal.