The apocalypse began on a beautiful spring afternoon deep in the Amazon in a vast unexplored region of Vale Do Javari, Brazil that bordered Peru. It did not come heralding in with the trumpets and vengeance of an avenging angel. At first, it moved slowly, unsteadily like a crawling infant, then came the confident strides of a tracker, and finally the amazing and fearsome flight of a predator. Its beginning was so innocuous and innocent that news stations around the world announced it as a major historical occasion worthy of celebration until an antibotic-resistant plague wiped out over half of the world's population. Shortages of basic necessities spawned bands of militants seeking dominion over others. Neighboring communities went to war with each other. Small pockets of civilians fortified their communities for a relatively safe place to begin anew. The lucky ones were left in peace; Mayhem, Oklahoma was not one of the lucky ones.