Dark clouds blot out the sky. The wilderness crawls with otherworldly shapes. Cities choke with millions of walking corpses. Civilization has come to an end, humanity is dethroned, and the sixth mass extinction event is now.

You survivors huddle together in ramshackle fortresses and behind electric fences, but for all your efforts and all your guns, you delay the inevitable. This is the twilight of the human race, and I'm watching you go kicking and screaming into the dark.

Four years after the apocalypse on a cold autumn night, at exactly 2:34 AM, bored scavengers in the Tacoma Commune had discovered a cryptic radio transmission that bore an ominous message and co-ordinates leading deep into the wilderness. In a shady bar, one enterprising scavenger hired a Survivor to scout the mysterious signal out.