Letter from Doctor E. Livest

We’ve have been blind to something that is right in front of us.

I am told the process doesn’t hurt as much as it looks like it does. I hope they are right.

I am told the process doesn’t hurt as much as it looks like it does. I hope they are right.

Just over three years ago we were able to recover large volumes of research from the Iron Works in relation to the nature of the Infection and how we relate to the Mortis Amaranthine. The advancement of the catalysts has allowed us to push the regenerative rates of the Infection further than ever before, ensuring longer and healthier lives for wastelanders.

But what we have discovered most recently has shaken our theories regarding death.

Imagine the Mortis Amaranthine was a figurative spiders web. I need to be clear to the point of near redundancy that the Mortis Amaranthine itself is not a web, otherwise we will have half-literate zealots killing spiders in the millions. But, if you were to consider the Mortis Amaranthine as a spider’s web, then you would have a greater understanding of how our world works. Our living, tangible, world exists well above the spider’s web. As we die, we figuratively (again, don’t go looking for cave spiders) fall through the cracks of reality and get caught up within the web of the Mortis Amaranthine. Here, sinews of memories, shared consciousness, and our own minds resistance to the state of non-existence blend together as our body is re-knit by the infection. Each time we fall into this web more and more of who we are as people is left behind in the webbing and less and less of us returns to the surface.

Eventually so much of us rips apart that there is nothing left but a zombie.

But the concept of who we are never really goes away. It is torn into thousands of pieces, sometimes being filled into the gaps of consciousness of others returning to life, but it is never destroyed. While some senses of identity would be far too torn apart to be ever pulled back again there is the potential that some of our dead were kept in larger, more identifiable, pieces.

Some of the people we have known have been stuck within this web, tortured, and unable to return.

This spider’s web analogy brings us to a second point: what is beyond the web-like membrane of shared consciousness and eternal reconstruction? There are theories that the Mortis Amaranthine grew upon the old world, recreating what is dead and gone in a twisted and destroyed image of the past. If this is the case, once we remove the sense of our physical bodies but maintain our mental awareness, through agitation we may be able to step beyond the fibers of what defines the world of flesh, beyond the organic systems that recreate us, and dive into what exists beyond our cycle of life and death.

We may be able to see what is beyond.  


Doctor E. Livest
Grave Diver

Dystopia Rising