It all has to start somewhere. For us, it started in Banning. The loading docks right by the section eight housing in south Rancho. Looked like a pier worker was mauled to death by... something. Coroner said the bite marks looked almost "human in nature", but brushed it off after realizing how ridiculous he sounded assuming a human could have done this to another human. It didn't take long for news to spread around that there was a wild animal of some sort roaming Southern Los Santos looking for lonely souls walking the desolate early morning streets. Jesus, how wrong we really fucking were...
The crime scene brought hysteria, and with the hysteria came anger. Frustration. Fear. Los Santos boiled like a pot of burning stew, ready to overflow and engulf the entire West Coast. The Governor swiftly sent out a "no bullshit" road-block policy. He ordered all non-essential officers, deputies and national guardsmen to setup makeshift road-blocks to turn people away from the city, and interestingly enough, turn away anyone trying to leave. Not only did this rumble the hornet's nest that was the populace of LS, but it also started a wave of distrust among the law enforcement keeping the control. Everyone knew something horrible was coming. They had seen it. Heard of it. Some way or another. They knew evil had been slowly creeping a veil over LS all the while.
After a couple had been gunned down by sheriff's deputies in their Brigham while trying to leave the city, everything began to spiral. Riots took over the streets. Talk of people eating other people filled the airways. People scrambled to pack up their lives and run, only to be killed or turned back in the process. Control was slipping quicker and quicker, giving way to complete anarchy. Shootouts between neighbors, hand to hand combat on Vinewood Boulevard, officers being dragged from their cars and set on fire. The chain of command sent down orders to all patrol officers to "shoot at your own discretion". The armories were left empty. All riot gear and heavy weapons had been snatched up for what seemed like the last graveyard shift on earth; But to think this was only the very beginning. Pure evil just teasing it's fangs.
The last hours of the riots were the straw broke the camel's back. Officers left their posts, stole cruisers and equipment, and parted for their odyssey out of the city. Out of the state even. The inner-city was the worst. Bodies covered most of the main streets. Some lucky enough to escape spoke word of "bodies" walking the earth. Feeding on those too weak or too shocked to flee. No one knew what to make of the situation, other than to grab their things and try to put as much distance between them and it as possible. Not many succeeded. Some went back for their loved ones. Their possessions. It's only human nature. Those still in the city quickly learned firsthand what all those rumors had been referring to. Those rumors had manifested into the monsters that crept the alleyways, and mobbed innocent men and women. That ripped the flesh from their throats to satiate their hunger. They were in control now.