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it started with shrieks, cries for help that echoed through the streets and darkened what was already an impossibly dismal day for the DPD. A city already destroyed by crime and riddled with misery, it didn't take long for panic to set in. Viral and extremely contagious, the population on a whole quickly succumbed to the effects of whatever disease had been set into motion. People began suffering from shortness of breath, seizures and internal hemorrhaging before finally collapsing to the ground. The dead began to fill the streets and - before any answers could be given - a full-scale evacuation was set into motion. Some made it out of the city, but most were trapped in the streets, in their cars. Those that didn't perish immediately began to change. Some effects were instantaneous, and yet others were made internally. Those that suffered the seizures and slow deaths were torn to pieces by those that had survived the first wave of the apparent viral infection, disfigured, unrecognizable and feral. They had become monsters. If you see a face you recognize in the street, run. They'll be just behind you anyway.
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