The seven days have come and gone.
The virus has run its course, and the city has returned to normal. Or as normal as can be expected. The wolves are still reeling from the change at the hands of the Blood Moon followed so quickly on the heels of the virus. Those infected are picking up the pieces of their lives, attempting to return their darkest nightmares to the deepest crevices of their minds, but some things cannot be unseen or undreamed. The supernatural community, at large, still struggles to come to terms with the fact that they are just as vulnerable to sickness, madness, and death as the humans they thought so weak.
In the shadows, questions still lurk even as most try to forget the past week: where did this virus come from? Did it have natural causes or are there darker forces at work in our beloved city?
Altogether, “normal” may take longer to achieve than anyone can project, but the spirit of resilience so unique to New Orleans is alive and well in each of its residents.
