Three months ago, a miracle happened in the morgue of a small midwestern town—a man who was found dead the night before suddenly awoken. Somehow death had deemed it high time to take a vacation and in his absence, the souls of the damned seemingly went looked for their bodies. Unfortunately for the diener who was working that day the man who returned from the grave also came back with a deep hunger. Lumbering over the man the undead ghoul leaned over and ripped out a large chunk of flesh and muscle right from his neck, then it went for his assistant. The miracle of the dead return immediately showed to be much more of a curse.

Rapidly stories of similar events started to dot the country, hospitals, funeral homes, even prisons, all began to tell terrifying reports of the dead in their buildings coming back and attacking the nearest living person with no other goal other than to feed on their bodies. Even more worrying, only hours later did more news come that those bitten or also killed by these dead returned to the land of the living as well, ready to join on this conquest for flesh. Needless to say, the country entered a marshall law lock down within two days.

With these events happening all around the country the people went into a panic, riots, looting, and vandalism were rampant. The military stretched itself trying to deal with the dead as well as quell the people in the streets but after a few weeks, it quickly proved too difficult and costly. The number of dead continued to grow and the fear of the people only got worse. In an attempt to control things directly evacuations of high catastrophic areas were ordered, and the military pulled back to capitals putting up safe zones for the people escaping, promising safety. This too ultimately failed in the long run.

As the country began to get swallowed whole by these hordes of infected people the military found itself getting overrun at checkpoints and forward bases. Before long the dead laid siege to the safe zones themselves and eventually they were able to breakthrough. As the military collapsed the people attempted to flee to other parts of the world only to find out that this wasn't a confined event. All around the world the dead had returned and every country was beginning to collapse just the same.

Now, three months later the state of the world was catastrophic, to say the least. The population of still-living humans barely pushed over a million, and with seven billion corpses still hunting them at every turn, the number was still ticking down slowly. These survivors had all different background, ancestry, occupations, but they all shared one singular goal now, survive.