Prologue
The Apocalypse.
DoomsDay.
The End.
It really did come like a thief in the night.
Noone saw it coming mainly because... it involved the Lycans.
In layman's terms I guess you could say Werewolves but apparently that is offensive? No one knows exactly how they were discovered but discovered they were and some would argue it wasn't for the better. All it took was one man to cross paths with the beasts and then the hunt began. They all thought he was crazy, spouting nonsense about a beast that stood upright a head taller than any man, brown thick fur with the head somewhat resembling a gnarly wolf.
Eventually, after many sightings, their hands were forced and the Lycan community was revealed to the world, showing that they lived by The Codex - their ancient Law that stops them from turning an involuntary human. That they weren't the uncivilised beasts we wanted them to be and that we can all live in harmony. Of course most people did not agree and so the wars began.
Neighbour turned against neighbour, family turned against family and all the while oblivious to one fact.
That people were going missing.
The humans were convinced the Lycans were stealing their loved ones until it was pointed out that both races were being taken. Both humans and Lycans were being stolen from their homes.
Noone knew what to do until one day, The Stolen were turning up one by one with no memories of being taken. All seemed well until the Full Moon hit that month.
The Stolen threw themselves into a frenzy and turned into diseased, rabid beasts, attacking both humans and Lycans.
With a single bite, the virus was transferred from person to person and they in turn became berserk. The Lycans called them the Vargul, because they were feral and could no longer return to their human forms. They were forever stuck in their Lycan skin, ruled over by their mindless need.
If a Lycan bit a human of any age, the chances of them surviving and 'turning' was 50/50. A Vargul bite increased their 'survival' by 30% but children never survived the Vargul’s infection.
Many died in the process… but many more didn't.
The virus spread throughout the lands, so unrelenting, so unforgiving...
The Great Cities fell one by one, succumbing to the infected hordes and soon so did the entire world.
The remaining humans and Lycans fled to create secure settlements in remote towns, now all forced to work together to survive...
