There are places in shadow where the boundary between life and death blurs...Where what’s alive is dead, and what’s dead continues on.

As with the nature of any disease, what begins in one body does not always end there…it moves, from one host to the next, taking what it can, ensuring it's survival.

For generations, the Black Wind lingered like a shadow over Northeast Africa. The walking dead weren’t spoken of as legends or superstitions there, but endured as a grim and familiar reality.

The plague was a masterstroke by the Dark. The virus was highly contagious, easily transmittable, designed to spread itself, proliferate, and endure.

As travel expanded between distant civilizations, so too did the opportunity for the plague to spread. For most of human history, outbreaks of the zombie virus remained small and isolated.

What becomes of someone forced to witness the worst of the world? The same horrors seen again and again, with no end in sight.

Boundless stories of the horrors that haunted the Island of the Dead slowly spread across the South Pacific. Yet few knew of its actual location.

The success of the O’Bannon brothers’ traveling carnival carried them far beyond the ports of Europe, to the distant shores and growing cities of the United States.

After the incident in Fall River, the O’Bannon brothers understood what they’d done, whether they chose to admit it or not. Though their names were never formally tied to the Borden murders…

Sometimes a weapon, once taken up by the right hands, becomes something greater than what it was ever meant to be.  As time passed, the slow-acting plague of the Black Wind of Death…

Some pursuits begin with honest intentions, born out of curiosity or the quiet hope of mending what’s been broken. But some paths drift, uncovering consequence, and eventually darkness.

There are those who carry burdens no one else knows exist. Standing in the quiet spaces between catastrophe and normalcy. Intercepting threats before they’re named, or even believed.

In 1945, the great war was ending, and the world sought to stitch itself back together. For most, the worst had passed. But beneath the promise of peace, something lingered...

Following the contained outbreak in Blue Moon, Oregon, Dr. Haruki Ichikawa was once again in the wind. No intelligence agency or foreign military had even the faintest trace of his movements.

The execution of Dr. Haruki Ichikawa was meant to be an ending. His work halted, name erased, a threat quietly extinguished. For most, it was enough…

As the second half of the 20th-Century unfolded, the world grew more watchful, more cautious, no longer dismissive of threats simply because they sounded impossible.

In the cold, blistery winter of 1981, Win Wheeler and the DMD were preparing an ambitious attack using the Crimson Virus. Their target was a trio of shopping malls across Western Washington…

After the incident on the CIA outpost of Sedna, something changed for Larry Halford. The loss was deeply personal in a way nothing had been before.

Vienna lay quiet beneath a winter sky, the kind of cold that pressed sound flat against the streets and kept most people indoors. Across from the hotel, Larry Halford watched from his position…

Dictator Farouk Dastan continued ruling Darvashir with an iron fist. The Crimson Virus, supplied by Dr. Bellian Vale, became his most guarded instrument of fear.