• It is the year 2115, the twenty-second century, and the world as we know it has fallen into the abyss of utter darkness. Not a single animal stirs amongst the decaying foliage and toxic winds whip through abandoned city streets, causing rotted doors and windows to slap against their attached buildings husks. No longer to birds fill the air with their sweet songs, replaced instead by the haunting howls and screeches of an unholy creatures it devours it’s prey. This is what remains of our once proud civilization, brought to its knees by the smallest adversary on the face of the planet.

    This is the world that I’ve come to know, and all anybody can really remember.

    At he turn of the century, mankind was in the midst of its first global golden age. Economies all over the world had made a full recovery after the second Great Depression, gas prices were no longer an issue due to the mass production of alternative fuel cars, and science and the arts were being embraced like never before. It was an incredible time to be alive…that was until the Cataclysm came and all that we had built, all that we had achieved, came crashing down around us.

    It all began Christmas Day in the year 2102 when a meteor the size of a city bus plummeted to Earth and smashed into the metropolis of Washington D.C. The crash site was cordoned off immediately for obvious reasons, but not five minutes after it landed, a thick green mist billowed out of it and settled on the gathered crowds. They showed no signs of any abnormal effects at first, but as the days wore on, the developed a strange, highly contagious disease that doctors and scientists had no means to treat. Bodies began to pile up as more and more people were infected, and those lucky enough to survive were violently transformed into horrific monsters, slaughtering and devouring everyone in their path. Humanity was soon flung headlong into chaos and what remained of the world’s governments tried desperately to find some kind of solution to save the human race. Just when all hope seemed lost, a multi-billion dollar corporation known only as The Syndicate developed a plausible option.

    The Syndicate’s solution to mankind’s impending destruction was simple: combat the deadly virus by replacing the vital organs it tended to infect with cybernetic ones, making it impossible for the recipients to become sick. This concept was readily accepted and immediately put into action within every major city on the globe, codenamed “Operation Salvation”. At first, the operation was free to everyone no matter what walk of life, but not seven months later, The Syndicate refused to treat anyone else for an undisclosed reason. Without the life-saving operation, millions upon millions of innocent people continued to succumb to the disease, and millions more after it became airborne. Most of those infected died a violent death, while the rest were doomed to stalk the night as the horrifying monsters they became.

    Somehow, I alone survived. Rejected by the deadly viral strain, my body remained pure…unaffected. My name is Zira Weston…and I am the last human.