"My name is Seth, fifth platoon sniper of the elite Black Vanguard." He thinks of a concept, which perhaps, the gods were planning from the very beginning. God of death, does not want humans to die, yet they die. Thus, hell will not accept them, where would they go? His eyes widened at the thought, "Oh no, no no. no. NO!! Shit! If what you say is true then Toruk, according to his quest, he had always wanted to alter life, to prove death's dominance over Life. The breaking of the cycle of the living to the dead, the undead. "I do not know if this is true but years ago, there was a conspiracy theory, monks of Toruk were said to possess a special form, they consumed<span style="font-style: italic">something</span>and then, they were pronounced dead. Yet after that, they came back, their eyes were dead and the moved in shambles..."<br/><br/>He remembered to breathe, "Their victims succumbed to their wounds, hours after they were dealt. In these... forms, the only way to dispatch them was by decapitation. We were told to perform headshots, the mob was humongous, and then it ended only after the monks of Avangard came and brought sacred fire to wipe out the infected. I don't know but, the monks of Toruk have said that it was probably something in the food.... "<br/><br/>If that is repeated... and this time more widespread, humans won't be the only ones in danger. All living creatures will fall to these... creatures of undeath.