No one knew exactly where the first out break occurred. All anyone knew was when the first of the zombies came out of hiding in 2555, attacking people in the streets. Pretty soon people began to mutate, eventually it began to overrun America and the countries beyond. Millions were infected, cities were destroyed and in the midst of the epidemic the president of the United States issued a nuclear strike on its own country, to rid the world of the zombies....he was wrong. The zombies not only survived but mutated even further into inhuman monsters, the country grew into even worse shape, and soon the zombies and mutants toppled America turning it into a dumpster fire. Eventually New York City became what was known as the City Of The Damned in that city a man layed unconscious, he had been bitten by several zombies and mutants combined. He laid there as hundreds of zombies ran past his corpse. He could feel himself dying. "This can't be the end, this can't be". He struggled to stand his infected blood pouring from his wounds. "I have to walk". He says barely breathing. He manages to make it to the center of town where thousands of zombies skulked around, picking up corpses and eating the remains. For some reason the man passed by unnoticed. He then turned around and one mutant a blob of grey flesh and bone looked him in the eyes, breathing heavily. The man managed to slowly creep past the mutant, he tried to adjust his vision but as he lost more blood the world became ever so blurry. Shots were heard, and the sounds of explosive gunfire rang through the streets the zombies screamed their internal screech running in the direction of the gunfire. The man had lost too much of what he assumed was blood. People in white sterile armor ran to his aid. "Sir are you alright"? One of them asked, the man could not respond. "He's been bitten severely and he's not turning". Another said to him, he could barely see. Eventually the weight of his own body was too much for him and he collapsed.
The people in white uniforms were known as DreadCorp, a responsible party at the start of this hellish apocalypse. They carried the man as he convulsed and vomited thick black sludge on the ground, putting him inside a Dreadcorp Med-Board: a floating chamber used to house the sick or infected. And carried him onto a transport Hellcat: a giant helicopter with four propellers. Carrying him off to an unknown destination.
.....This was eighty years ago.....