In 1959 on a small island in the Pacific it was the genesis of the end of the world as we knew it. Half a century later in a small Midwestern town the dead began to walk once more. Something terrible went wrong again. This time it could not be stopped. The horror would be unleashed to a blind world full of sheeps ready for the slaughter. They could not be reasoned with. No one could kill what was already dead. They were only interested in finding and devouring you. Then when your cold body was devoid of blood they would feast upon the tender meat on your bones. There was no hell but what the earth itself contained fueled by mankind's sins against nature herself. There was no hope in a world of the living dead.