The stranger smiled at her. "Humanity has found a cure to a disease they never new existed.

What lies beneath has pushed its way to the surface once again. Time to get away while there is still air left in our lungs.

We've been around for a long time, Mr. Dowell. Longer than you or any of your stupid little friends could ever conceive. Sleeping in the shadows and waiting for the right moment. A disease you might call us. A plague. Evil. From beneath the ground, it rises as it has done many times in the past.

There are ruins all over the world, testaments of the atrocities, and burial chambers of the lost souls. But the facts are always misinterpreted. History is inaccurate.