When the plague first hit, nobody really knew what was coming. It just seemed to spring up overnight across America. People started getting sick and nobody knew why. The government claimed it was a new strain of the flu, but it soon became apparent that this was something far worse than a mere case of the sniffles.
It wasn't long before people started throwing around their own theories. Some thought it was a mutated strain of the rabies virus, others said it was some biological weapon developed in top secret laboratories. There we're even a few who claimed it was a punishment from God himself for the sins of mankind. Whatever it was, the one thing we all knew was that it changed whoever caught it into something terrifying... Something not human.
By the time the government knew enough to respond to the situation, it was already too late. In the matter of just a few days it had already covered the United States, Canada, Mexico, South America... There were even reports that it had overtaken Europe and Asia. Entire populations destroyed, cities left in ruin. Those few survivors it left had to fight just to stay alive from day to day. The end of humanity was at hand and just when it looked as though things couldn't possibly get any worse, it did.
Shortly after the initial plague, some of the infected began to mutate. At first, it was just a few sightings here and there. Hunters, Smokers, maybe even a boomer. Sure, they were tougher... but atleast we could still handle them. Before long, though, massive tanks began to appear, smashing apart safe houses to get to the survivors inside. Witches began to haunt the dark places, forever mourning the lives they'd lost and slaughtering any who disturbed them in their grief. Spitters began tearing apart convoys, their acid able to eat through even the strongest body armor.
And so man fell into ruin, and a new order emerged...