Silence. Silence and only silence. That was all the city of L'Manburg knew. The roads were almost empty. Households minded their own business. It was empty. Empty, lonely, depressing. People were killing themselves left and right, and no one ever did anything about them. They didn't care. All they cared about were themselves. However, silence didn't mean peace. Wars were happening all over the place. In the broken shops where rats and stray mice took refuge, in households between wife and husband, between people on the street. Mini wars were happening everywhere. But, alas, those wars always ended soon enough, and then things would go back to normal. Except this time, things were going to go anywhere but normal. Because, on a chilly winter Saturday in October, would come the virus.