Prologue: The Invasion

In the year 2011 a group of nuclear physicists stumbled upon a new variety of plutonium. Dubbed ‘plutonium-x,’ this new form was more powerful, more efficient and more deadly. Governments scrambled to research plutonium-x; almost immediately it was weaponised.

 

Not long after the first x-bomb was built, a terrorist organization stole it. On the 3^rd of April  2013 this bomb was detonated in Washington DC. Plutonium-x was more powerful then anyone even dreamed of. Washington, and most of the surrounding area, was obliterated. The fallout used existing pockets of nuclear radiation, such as those found in Chernobyl, Mid-Australia, Hiroshima, Nagasaki, French-Polynesia and 3-mile Island, to accelerate its growth, leap-frogging across the globe.

 

The x-bomb killed 30% of the world’s population. They were the lucky ones.

 

The radiation infected a further 50% of humans, but it did not kill them, not entirely. Instead it attacked the ‘unnecessary’ parts of the brain, killing them off, leaving only the vital functions. All the victims were left with was the need to feed and breed. They began to rise from their death-beds and feast upon any living organic being, from dogs and cats, to bears and lions, and any surviving humans. Pandora’s box was open once more.

 

The survivors called them Zombies. The Zombies did not grow old, they did not starve, and they did not appear to be bothered by bullets. Eventually it was discovered that severely damaging the brain, or severing the head was the only way to kill them. The survivors finally felt hope.

 

After nearly a year of anarchy, the survivors began to band together and began to rebuild. They carved slices of their lands back from the Zombies. They put up walls, they built houses, they formed their own governments; they fought back.