Was it better to let humanity fall to extinction, or to save it and let the cruel reign? Doctor Saunders often pondered this question as he sat alone in his lab, and each night he came up with a different answer. Sometimes he saw humanity's survival as his duty, while other times he would come within inches of smashing the entirety of his work. Was survival worth it if the costs were so high? From Saunders' experience, only the cruel, ruthless or lucky had survived for this long in such a tormented world. The number of honest men and women was dwindling, and those who remained had often killed to get there. He knew this for a fact. He lived with those people. He ate with those people. He slept under the same roof as those people. What if he did find a cure? What if he did hand it over to