Near 2010, tensions were high. The relationship between America and multiple countries had crumbled, and eventually, America fell under warfare. Weapons of radiation rain amongst the continent, deleting borders as well as the population. States had gained new shapes, and diseases spread as radiation took its course. It morphed people's insides, took over their lungs, and eventually drove them into the dirt. Countries worldwide shut down their ports, trying their best to prevent nuclear disease from infecting their area. Now, around twenty years later, the population of the world has been decaying. Decreased by abnormal amounts. The disease has spread, and now no public transportation is run. There is no communication. No freely running electricity. No humanity. Instead, the diseased roam the streets. Dead, now walking, taken over by the abnormalities of the chemicals absorbed at the start of warfare. For twenty years, radiation has been evolving. People have become zombie-like creatures, hunting down anything that moves for their own appetite. Humans and animals alike could have been infected, losing their mental stability and eventually dying. Becoming a mindless, flesh-eating monster, rotting by the minute. America, the location of the story, is the worst off. It was the root of all nuclear infection. Pools of radiation only the thickest of gear could give you a chance to survive. The possibility of breathing in the radioactive bacteria airborne in some areas. Wildlife is overgrown and mutated. The pavement is cracked and layered with foliage. Animals are aggressive and foods are possibly infected. In some areas, radiation has faded. With survivors rising from the depths of safety in a desperate attempt to survive, factions spawn and undead variants grow stronger.