As the world grew more and more populated with wolves, dogs, and humans, more evil grew as well. Fights broke out amongst the many creatures, and wars too. The land soon was divided into five packs...but that didn't last forever. A sixth pack was born, but not of wolves or dogs or any other canine seen before. This pack was of a terrible creature none had seen before. These creatures called themselves the Moonhounds, because of their crazed, bloodthirsty ceremonies performed under the full moon. Well, with the word hound in it, the wolves suspected the dogs. They believed that this creature was a breed of dog at first, but it soon became apparent that the Moonhounds were not sided with any pack except their own. But for a while, they lived in something close to peace. Until the Moonhounds began to truly show what they were here for. They were here to kill, it seemed...except they didn't. Not all the time, anyway. They only bit the creatures who came at them. Oh, and it seemed that there was no point to this for the longest time...until the venom set in, driving the creatures who had been bitten insane. The cuts from where they had been bit became infected, and the wolves themselves would often eventually destroy themselves. They would tear their own hearts from their chests.

So...will you survive in a land infected with a virus like this? Or perish like the others?

Can you survive?