In December 2012 everyone expected the world to end, they just didn’t anticipate just how messed up the world would be afterwards.

On Christmas Day 2012, four days after the scheduled “end of the world” panic, the world actually did come to a screeching halt. An asteroid, larger than any that had come into contact before, struck the moon, knocking it out of its place in orbit and just a bit closer to the Earth.

The resulting events were catastrophic, Tsunamis wracked the oceans burying whole cities, even states in a matter of moments. From Maine to Florida, everything on the Eastern seaboard was wiped out. Earthquakes measuring no less than a 8.5 on the Richter scale shook California, Oregon, and Washington like never before killing millions. Volcanoes all around the world, even those once thought long extinct, erupted turning the areas around them into lakes of molten rock, and spewing hundreds of tons of ash into the skies, blocking out the sun and turning the world a bleak shade of gray.

Then the madness started, no one knows what caused it, some speculate that it was a result of the lack of sunlight or lack of food. But people turned on each other, killed each other and then ate them. Kuru, a disease first discovered in Papua New Guinea, had reached the United States. These people in the latter stages had become so unstable, that they attacked people at random and with a ferocity that had never been seen before.

That was months ago and now for a small band of survivors who’ve managed to make their stand in a small subdivision of homes located on the edge of Blythville, things don’t seem to be getting better anytime soon. Food is growing scarce, fuel is a rarity in and of itself, and time seems to be no one’s friend.

Welcome to Pandemic, can you survive?