Sholan's story was not unlike almost 80% of the population, and those lucky enough to escape its grasp lived in fear of what the virus' deadly grasp may have transfered to. Cows, chickens, all seen rotting by the roadsides of rural America as countless masses lay dead and swollen in unorganized piles strewn about.

   Tokeen had seen his whole family, mother, father, and little brothers, ly on the floor, consumed by the crippling disease. So he ran, far from the city he grew up in, from the friends he learned had died mere hours before his family, past the basketball courts he played at since he was 5. Starving, thirsty, and worn down, he trudged on, until he came across a cabin just outside the city. Nobody around, running water, and a garden full of fruits and vegetables, all withered and dead.