| Nobody knows what started the infection, or why it spread so fast, but everyone knew the same thing.
Zombies were real, and they were everywhere.
The small towns of the world did better than the larger cities, and it was no surprise that they quickly became the fortified homes of those who could make their way there. Supplies grew strained, and so did tempers. Small magics worked, but the larger ones started to fail, even as people struggled to use them to survive.
One by one, towns failed as their people died. Most of them went scavenging, raiding other towns for needed items.
In one, a man started to mix magic and science, diving into illegal magics, trying to save the people he cared for.
In desperation, he opened a rift to another place.
It expanded, and almost everyone in town vanished. Only one person escaped, hidden behind the man's and her own shields.
Then the rift went quiet.
Until, at random, it began to work again, and people began to come out.
Alone until they had arrived, the only remained survivor quickly realized that these were not the people how had left. Instead, they were from other worlds, unaware of the menace outside the walls of town.
She organized them as best she could, telling them what to expect.
The rift continues to not only bring people, but other creatures, and odd magics ripple outwards from it from time to time, causing a variety of effects.
From time to time, people still vanish, but more are coming all the time, having to learn the ways of this world, and trying to survive the dead. |
