One year ago a virus called the TR-3A broke out over the world. It hit the elderly and the children especially hard and soon enough the hospitals began to overflow. They were dying one after another faster than medical staffs were able to keep up with. And before anyone knew it, they were rising from their deathbeds and biting giant hunks of flesh out the people around them, spreading the virus around. If a person didn't bleed out, a bite would take 24 hours to fully infect its host and turn them into another zombie.
A town just outside of Seattle called Everett was one of the last holdouts when all hope seemed lost. An evac helicopter run by the US military was assigned to take the last survivors to a presumed safe zone in Canada. Some of the people didn't make it to Everett on time and now they're stuck in the city trying to forge a life out of an apocalypse.
The city has split into two factions. The first is a maximum security prison lead by Faith Lehane and a group of council members. The prison is heavily guarded by a variety of species and many people live safely within its walls. Another faction of survivors banned together in a group of housing projects. They worry less about their safety and more about taking over Everett and turning it into their own apocalyptic playground. These survivors aren't trying to preserve their humanity, they're trying to bury it and they'll do anything to take down the heroes living behind the prison walls and farm the humans for their own personal needs.
There is finally a third faction of humanity left. Those few brave souls who live out in the wilderness among the zombies that roam in roves through Northern Washington. They are wild cards each and every one of them but choose to live apart from society for a good reason and are usually therefore feared by the two colonies living in the prison full of heroes and the projects full of villains.
Another group of rogue humans called the Freedom Fighters roam high in the mountains of northern Washington. These heroes remain legends spoken of by the rare individual who meets one of them or hears a radio transmission by them. These nerds of the round table are keeping one network open so that all survivors may communicate across it using their smartphones, tablets and computers. It is the only part of the internet still accessible and only to those lucky enough to have generator power still powering their devices. Survivors can communicate any time they like at
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