Over fifty years ago, a strange phenomenon occurred, my great grandmother described it as, a beautiful aurora of lights, but it wasn't an aurora at the same time, all over the world at the exact same time it was pitch black with the beautiful display of the skies beauty, and suddenly as she was staring at the sky a single stream of glittering light passed over everyone's heads.
A week later people reported having strange super natural powers. The event was called the Blessing, because everyone who saw it was blessed with a gift. Something they each really wanted.
For my Grand Mother it was the gift of healing, she was secretly Ill and there was no cure for her illness. She had an incurable disease, worse than cancer and fast acting too.
A year after all these positive events, a storm came, wild and unfriendly as if to destroy the world. It was unlike anything anyone had ever seen or experienced. This storm carried a deadly supernatural gift of its own, as if to counter the Blessing, the curse was laid on the entire world.
People caught in the storm survived it but then something changed about them, they had the deadly gift to bite and turn people into disgusting zombie like creatures, but they themselves were as human as any.
These people that were turned created deadly creatures of their own kind with just a bite, these people were called the infected, they lose all sense of judgement and reasoning doing only what their master Wills.
Grand Ma said she can't speak for everyone else, but in this country a crazy man was given the power, an escapee from an insane asylum, he was already mad and in his eyes the infected were perfection, his personal mission soon after was to turn everyone into a mindless doll and create the perfect world.
He gathered a large army and caught everyone by surprise, some were turned by the bite while others were killed, most died, at first they didn't know why, but eventually it was discovered that, having the same blood type as the infected is what turns a person, either wise the bite kills you.
My dear daughter, now they are everywhere. This nightmare never ends generation to generation. My prayer for you is that you stay alive, these people I am entrusting with your life will protect you.
It is not my desire to do this to you, but your father left to gather supplies and never came back, I'm afraid he has been bitten, I hope he died, the infected always have memories of their family, he will come for us next, I love you my sweet Luna.
You will be safe here.
I have heard great things about the Murasaki Camp.
With Love, your mother, Cresent.