"Look! Another Bunch of Toys Took the Bait!"

Before long.

Toronto, Canada's largest city, beneath the nightfall.

In the past, Toronto had always been dazzling and prosperous at night. The lights of the city reflected across Lake Ontario, the lake breeze swept over towering glass-curtain buildings, neon signs flickered along the streets, and the city's clamor seemed never to cease.

The famed Canadian National Television Tower had once been the landmark here, standing tall and looking down upon the prosperity of the entire city.

But now, that former prosperity had turned into Purgatory.

The Canadian National Television Tower still pierced the heavens, but beneath the pitch-black sky, its outline was reddened by Firelight, like a gigantic tombstone coldly witnessing this land's descent.

Multiple districts had fallen into seas of fire. Flames devoured high-rises, and the evening wind carried scorching smoke and dust through the night. Burned plastic and consumed steel rebar mixed in the air, filling it with a choking stench.

At the beginning of the twenty-first century, Toronto had still possessed relatively clean streets. No one had relieved themselves on beaches or by the lake, much less everywhere else. But now, it was strewn with charred corpses, wrecked vehicles, and filth everywhere.

Gunfire and cannon fire rose and fell from different directions. Explosions roared as though tearing apart the sky, mingling with human screams and Infected howls into a cruel apocalyptic symphony.

On the streets, Blood Cross Infected were frantically desecrating and slaughtering.

They were not mere monsters, but humans completely twisted by the plague. They retained the skill to use weapons, yet had utterly lost their humanity.

Their mouths and fingertips were covered in blood. Some Infected dragged torn-open human corpses behind them, raising severed limbs high as if showing them off while roaring madly in the firelight.

Some Blood Cross pinned fallen survivors to the