It's been ten years now since everything fell apart. In a lab somewhere, one of those secret places like Area 51 or something like that, they were testing cures for the common cold on a chimp. something goes wrong, and the cold become too strong and very contageous, more contageous than the flu. They decide to put the poor thing out of it's misery, only before they can, it escapes. And this very sick, highly contageous chimp wanders around in the woods for a few days, where it gets bitten by something rabid. So this now rabid, sick, high contageous chimp is loose, and it finds it's way into this old ladies bathroom, and bites her.

Animal control kills the chimp and the lady is taken to the hospital. They treat her as best they can, give her a shot for the rabies, something for the cold she suddenly has, tries to take down the fever that just won't go away. And she seems better. The next morning they find her dead and take her down to the morgue where, later that night, she wakes up, hungry for a midnight snack. One of the janitors gets bitten, one of the patients, a doctor. Over night the entire hospital is filled with crazy, canibalistic zombies. And it isn't long before they escape...

And that was ten years ago. Back then the government denied it all, tried to keep it a secret, but nothig they did seemed to work. It wasn't long before they stopped trying to fix it and just started killing. But nothing lasts, and over the course of a month most communication went down. Half a year in and there was no military, no government. No more electricity, no more cars, no more worring about the oil spills. And things went to hell for a long time.

For the first few years it was like this, pure chaos. People were running from the zombies, and most didn't get away. Anyone bitten became infected, if they weren't eaten. They would get sick, like the worst flu of their lives, then go mad, then die...then wake up, hungry for flesh and brains. People soon found out that there was only one good way to kill a zombie. Destroy the brain. Weather this meant shooting them in the head or taking their heads off, as long as the brain worked so did the rest of it. Now, that isn't to say they're otherwise immortal. They don't live forever, even if they do continue to fed on the living. Eventually they just sort of, shut down, and the better health they were in before bitten, the longer they last.

But then people began to learn not to be afraid anymore. They went out, in packs, like animals, and killed hundreds, thousands of zombies, and cleanred out towns and cities and reclaimed them as their own. They set up perimeters to keep out the other zombies, and to screen anyone who wanted inside the walls. By about year 8 things were begining to look up again. With these newly reclaimed cities and people to protect them, those who knew how to get the electricity going, or restart gas pump, were able to get back to their jobs. People were able to see at night without the use of torches. They could dive out of town and look for survivors, or go out as hunting parties and kill more zombies.

Evetrything was looking so much better. There were of course the occasion mess ups. Someone in the coty would leave, get bitten, and not tell anyone. but that wasn't too bad. Not until the virus mutated. Now it's not just humans to worry about, it's the animals you have to watch out for as well. And, as if that wasn't bad enough, the virus has developed an incubation period, meaning that once bitten a person might actually have long eough for their wound to heal before they died and came back. Now those cities out there don't let anyone in, and they raise their own meat and fruits and veggies.

So, who are you? Are you one of the people who live in one of these cities? kept 'safe' from the outside world? Or maybe you were on the outside of one of these cities when they started shooting first and asking questions later? Then again, there's always the chance you never even knew these cities existed. Some people never tried to seek out others and became drifters, killing and moving from place to place to stay alive. The possibilities are endless, and the only question you have to ask yourself is, how long do I want to survive in this Hell?