In the desolate wastes of Dekia, a land grasped by the stinking grip of an unrelenting plague, some survivors clung to existence with trembling hands and hearts heavy with fear. Among them, a man, who had forgotten his name in the chaos that had engulfed their land. He is wandering the wastelands, searching for morsels to sustain himself and his family, clinging to the fragile hope of a cure.

As the sun sank behind the horizon, the man set out on a hunt. He left his modest shelter, a makeshift hut cobbled together from scrap wood and metal.

His footsteps echoed in the silence.

As the man ventured into the putrid desert, the air thick with the stench of decay and desperation alarmed him and he felt a knot in the pit of his stomach. A chill hung in the air, warning of dangers lurking in the shadows. Yet, driven by the primal instinct of survival and to provide for his loved ones, he continued

He hunted 5 jungle rats and returned to his humble home, his arms full of meager loot. But as he approached the threshold of his home, a suffocating terror gripped his heart. The once familiar sounds had been replaced by an eerie silence that sent shivers down his spine.

With trembling hands he opened the door, the creaking of the hinges echoing like a dirge in the silence of the night. What he saw inside destroyed the fragile hope that had sustained him through his darkest days. His family lay writhing on the cold earth, their bodies twisted in grotesque agony as the Awakening Sickness's tendrils trapped them in its merciless embrace.

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Panicked, the man stumbled backwards, his mind is reeling from the nightmarish scenario before him.

He ran away.

He arrives at the nearby beach, and prepares to set sail in his small boat

But in the midst of desperation, a plaintive cry pierced his suffocating mind: a voice, soft and fragile, but imbued with a desperate plea for salvation.

His little daughter.

Driven by a rush of determination, the man put aside his fear and returned to the cabin, his hands searching for a weapon to recover his daughter. Yet, when he reached out to open the hut, his fingers closed in fear

He enters the hut and finds no one, the daughter who had cried out so much to her father for help was not there.

He comes out of the cabin and sees his family, or rather the rotting remains that looked like them.

He had been deceived by those evil spirits.

 With a primal roar of defiance, the man fights tooth and nail against the wave of malevolence that threatened to overwhelm him, every blow of him was fueled by the desperate hope that somehow, amidst the chaos, he could escape

But in the end, amidst the carnage and despair, there was only silence, a deafening emptiness that echoed the empty pain of a father's broken heart.

He was being eaten alive

And as the sun was about to rise above the horizon, casting its final blessing on the desolate wastelands of Dekia, the man died.

A few seconds later, what was left of his corpse stood up looking around, the dead man had returned to the world of the living.

His eyes had turned completely black