It came on a Friday afternoon, wiping everything good from the land. It came, followed by Hell on earth, bands of brutes and nightmarish creatures, the hopeless and... The Damned.

Scott thought it had to be a joke when a raving lunatic heralding the end of the world broke onto the airwaves. Then a road rage incident of bullets and blood left him in a place devoid of light, where rasping screams and whispered moans bubbled up from the darkness.

Now Scott has woken next to a bloated corpse in a deserted rehabilitation center. Outside, the world is dust and ash. People are screaming, people are dying.

And Scott Freeman's nightmare has just begun.