The zombie apocalypse had raged for two full years, an unrelenting storm of death and chaos that left the world barely recognizable.
Cities lay in ruins, their skyscrapers crumbling like brittle bones, streets littered with the abandoned remnants of humanity's former life.
From the eight billion people who had once walked the Earth, only a few thousand remained, scattered across desolate lands, clinging to life in pockets of ruin.
Although the Evolved humans were present, their arrival did little to change the outcome.
They had always been the elite, the next stage of humanity's desperate struggle against the undead, possessing abilities and strength far beyond ordinary survivors.
Yet even their impressive powers were no match for what they faced now.
The dead walkers had grown stronger, faster, and more relentless than anything the Evolved had encountered before.
