A bloodcurdling scream filled the night, followed by the sound of footsteps. The horde was following their prey. Each of their greasy bodies was stained with grime. With each heaving step they took, their deformed feet cracked with the weight that was taken upon them. The gurgling noises and groans that filled the street were common for many in these sectors. An epidemic had erupted a year back, the source being that of unknown.
Lumian City, was once prosperous with a heavy population. The city’s demographic size was massive, similar to the size of the former state North Carolina.
Two thirds of the population had been a victim of this disease. It was no ordinary one, not in the slightest bit. The lucky ones were those who had died. The old and young had been the majority of the lucky ones. They died during the changing. Anyone aged above thirteen, who had contracted this didn’t fall into the same category. The victims would seem to die, but however would rise from where they lay with zombie like qualities. Gaunt bodies, and the desire for any sort of living prey. They yearned for fresh blood.
The final third of the population, which consisted of people aged 9-26 survived. The economy no longer existed. Government no longer held authority over the people, as Laden Hillsbeaux, the former president, had also turned into what the remaining population call; The Cannibals. The remaining survivors split among regions. Those who went off solo didn’t last. Many tried to escape the city, but unbeknownst at the time, military forces from outside civilizations had developed a quarantine. Anyone who didn’t abide was shot as soon as they attempted to cross out of the city.
The reigning government that commanded over Hampshire City, Rellison City, Morris City and Lumian City declared Lumian an off limits zone. All exits to the city had been blocked off, leaving the remaining living population to die.
Meanwhile, gangs began to take over territories. The Northern Wards took over a large center of the city. Pulling underneath them multiple facilities and exit points around the city. The Isolators took the West end of the city. The reason for their name was of how they took out The Cannibals. Most of their territory was Cannibal free because of their tactics.
The Northern Wards was the smaller gang of the two. There were still multiple more, with even larger amounts of people, but none had the authority or power to take over the centers. The best chance of surviving was to group up. However the gangs didn’t just take anyone in. This wasn’t a game anymore like it had been before. This was survival. The Underground consisted of your everyday junkies and hardened criminals. By far the largest sized group.
A direct infection from a Cannibal, the victim could soon join a horrid fate. Putting a member down was common... The leader of the Northern Wards was slightly infamous for it.
These weren’t the only problems for the newfound society living inside the city that used to flourish. The quarantine zone was growing smaller. The main fear being, would they just kill all of them?