Prologue A lone figure stands atop of a building. A bookbag is on his back, and a sword at his side. His light brown hair moves with the wind. His eyes seem to scan every inch of what can be seen. The tall white building overlooks what seems to be the downtown area of a long destroyed city. The stores with broken windows. The railroad tracks, long time without use. And the neighborhoods beyond. "It happened here. The start of the apocalypse. Here the viruses that caused the Undead to be made into existance was released. This was Rocky Mount, North Carolina. That was twenty years ago. Not only did Humanity suffer the Undead, but also the aliens known as the Covenant. Between here, Old Roanoke Rapids, and Raliegh, my Father and his friends learned of and fought this apocalypse. And, they learned about the one, who was one of their own, who betrayed them. The one that started the apocalypse. Since then, this world has gone to Hell, and became Hell. The Covenant has taken over. They destroyed our larger cities and replaced them with their megacities. New York, Los Angeles, D.C., London, Paris, all of them are gone. Hell, all of Japan became one big megacity. If us, humans, are in a megacity, we are either imprisoned, slaves, or dead. It's a little easier to survive outside the megacities, but we still have the Undead to worry about. On a clear night, you can see the Covenant's Grand Mothership that watches over the Earth. It's probably the size of Old Texas, maybe twice over." "Not all hope is gone though. I'm a member of the Human Resistance. We fight the Covenant and the Undead with the hope that they can be ultimately defeated. The Human Resistance is lead by the man who raised me since my Father's death. We, with the Resistance know that the Covenant was originally real. We know that they came from a video game world. Well, we did at least put a stop to any more aliens coming over. But, the price was high. I lost close people to me in that battle." "But, anyway, this sh!t has got to end. The Resistance must succeed. I lead my little team. I'm twenty-one years old. I've lived through the thickest of this Hell. My name is Jackson Kermon, and with my friends, I will do my part on crunchin' some heads." Jackson turns around and walks to the roof access door. He opens the door, stops to look up at the sky, and then enters the building, closing the door behind him.