Just after the war had ended- a craze took place.
The craze to create a vaccine.
Something that would prevent the spread of death.
After all, whenever the virus infected someone- they always ended up as the dead.
Animals- trees-
Even the grass could get infected.
Of course, in most cases these wouldn't spread the infection to people but-
But things were always bad.
And that meant-
The people had no time for war.
And without war-
They could focus purely on the cure.
But there was just one problem.
They couldn't make one.
One- the virus was new and there were no records of it.
Two- it had insane mutation rates.
And three- contracting it meant certain death.
But death of the kind, the world wasn't familiar with.
Rather-
They'd become mindless rotting corpses; zombies; undead; ghasts- they were called many names.
