It alters your dna. A pink gas that clouds the air, that weapon industry, it bombed this place, and very few are uninfected and alive. There’s a single person in control of the radio, besides the PSA’s breaking through at some points, he tried to make the apocalypse seem somewhat interesting. Jeremy’s his name, a docile infected who’s never shown his face, rumor has it, he’s lives underground in a bunker.