When the world outside became overrun with the featureless flesh that fell from the sky, anyone who could still move headed for wherever winter was harshest and prayed they'd outlast it. They couldn't stand the cold, you see. The flesh needed warmth to move and didn't have the limbs to wrap itself in protective layers like we did...they didn't have limbs at all. Not for a good while.
By the time they figured out that they could carve a shelter from the carcasses of the living, we were too comfortable to pay attention to the odd deer or wolf that was acting weirdly. We just chalked it down to chronic wasting disease and carried on as normal.
That is, until the flesh found it could carve out a person, control them like a drunken puppet and lure us out into the flesh's starving embrace. We lost thousands to that sneaky little tactic of theirs. Who could resist the urge to run after a loved one and protect them from the very thing that was using them?
The answer to that is very, very few.
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