CDC RELEASE: PRIVACINOMA CARBURISMA

Humanities Hope HQ

Your last memory is of November 2020. The world was in disarray; the fall of man began with the incurable virus that ravaged humanity and dwindled its numbers to several thousand or so. World War III had begun after the elections, the world you knew was no more.

A privatized scientific government agency known as the Humanities Hope Corporation had offered any remaining humans who had not been infected a way out by ensuring a new and safe place to live. Thousands of people applied to participate to protect themselves or their loved ones. All who applied were accepted. Little did anyone know what was truly going on behind the scenes. 

You go into the facility for your mandatory checkup as they are only taking healthy individuals. You are escorted to a hospital room, you are then instructed to put on the gown and lay down, they will be with you soon. Doing as you are told, you lay down and a nurse enters, she begins going over your information and begins her assessment. As she starts to give you an IV, she explains that this is to provide you with all the needed vitamins for your arrival to your new home. Within a matter of minutes, you are feeling woozy and tired, you cannot fight it, you reach for the IV as you tell the nurse something is not right. You try to push through it until everything fades to black.

Your body is placed in a cryogenic chamber for 10 years. The innocent-seeming government agency was a ploy to get enough humans to store away for their ‘new world’. On an undocumented area of the world sits an unoccupied island that was taken over by HHC, called Deer Isle. HHC has been waking up groups of people over the last 10 years, they have been doing testing on each of them. Everything from psychological and physical experiments to injections and operations. All to determine who has the strength to survive, those who fail become the undead monsters roaming the streets. It is now the year 2030, your cryogenic chamber has been picked.

You wake up in a field, you feel groggy, and as if your mind is a hazy fog of nothing. You cannot remember anything from the time you fell asleep. There is a bandage on your elbow crease where that IV had been. The clothes you are wearing are not yours and you only have a few things in your pockets; no cellphone, no wallet, no ID, nothing. Who can you trust?

This is where your story begins...