Biohazardous Upheaval in a Chaotic World

Beast hooves crush the bones of the people. The blood-red setting sun shines on the road of flight.

That day, beast hooves trampled the city walls. Mutated beasts ran rampant, and corpses piled up like mountains. The defenders fought to the bitter end, losing limbs and lives, but still could not hold them back. Then, for some reason, the beasts fled south from the Black Mountain zombie tide, leaving the city transformed into a hellscape. The setting sun was stained with blood. The survivors fled west, their winding trail of blood disappearing into the dusk. Ahead lay nothing but despair and the unknown. Where could they go now!!!