Prologue 

Carter

They say that the sanctum is a safe place; that the fungus is dead and gone. If they were telling the truth then why has my mother just become one of the infected? 

I should have seen it, we may not have had to worry about it for such a long time now but we all remember the symptoms. 

An insatiable hunger: she had spent all of yesterday saying she was hungry, no matter how much she ate. Lack of energy: the only other thing she was doing was sleeping. And finally the holy grail of it all, skin turning pale and gray: I thought she was just getting sick, a common cold or something like that. Yet here she is, dead, her corpse resurrected only to be controlled by the likes of a fungus. I should have known. Had I figured it out that day, she could have been saved, but no she had to die. For character development I thought. That's what I always said when it came to tragedies in stories where the main character loses someone they love. I try not to chuckle as I run away from my apartment, away from the horror that was once my mother. As I run down the streets of Echo Sanctum I hear screams of terror confirming that my mother isn’t the only one of the newly infected.