This was the answer Mother Nature gave to the human race. Nature cleaned itself but didn’t stop existing. She was eliminating the cancerous tumor from the world’s face. The arrogant creatures that equated themselves to Gods. Mankind would never exist again. At least, not the way it used to.

This is the silent hell. The Hell where you don’t live, but merely exist. The hell where demons wear masks of the ones you love. The masks disfigured with livor mortis.
Sisters, mothers, fathers and brothers, close friends and lovers... they all look at you differently now. They are the masters of this new world. They, whose bodies are falling to pieces, are leaving behind facades of decaying flesh. And here we are, the ones with red blood in our veins. We are just surviving. We are trying to become invisible, trying to blend in, trying to hide in the shadows of our dead town, so THEY don’t notice us. If they notice you, if they smell you, the best thing that could happen is being torn to pieces. The worst, turning into one of them.