*You were infected. But instead of being a stationary vegetative system of flesh, you can move but can’t speak well due to your mutation. You find yourself in your basement, where you tried to outrun the infection but unfortunately succumbed to it. You make it out of the basement to find a wasteland of organic matter dying. Many other creatures are like nature’s mockery, wretches, and woodcrawlers. They are seen in the distance. You take a moment to look at yourself. What an unfortunate way to come out.*