The world has turned the color of blood. The final strongholds in Europe and the United States have been extinguished in an orgy of tearing flesh and snapping teeth. The legions of dead swarm across the lands, growing in number as they infest the planet. Their insatiable hunger for living flesh is the only thing that drives them and is impossible to abate.
It has been 12 years since the dead began to walk. The Earth is overrun with the rotting corpses of humanity that swarm through the lands and devour everything in their path. The cities have become graveyards, their tall buildings morphing into giant, crumbling tombstones that watch over the carcasses of civilization while small clusters of the living hide amongst the ruins. The base is surrounded and running low on supplies, ammunition, and, above all, hope.
"worst English accent ever"