Prologue

Living. It's the only thing that matters to each creature that is on this planet. It's what people kill for but also sacrifices for. Life is full of joy, of happy moments and of love. Anyone would fight for it, right? All these happy moments usually happen conserved in one room. The living room. But why was everyone dead in this room. It's pretty ironic, right ? My whole family, ripped apart on the couch. All dead in the living room. They were awfully disfigured I couldn't even recognise them. But what happened? What killed them ? Who or what was so savage that could even do this to a human body?