The year is 2050. The world is completely falling apart. A sudden nuclear attack and a virus have lead to an unprecedented quarantine, forcing millions to be evacuated from their homes.

Emergency sirens blare from all directions, and the distant sound of military vehicles can be heard in the far reaches of the city. A thick, muddy green fog has infected the air, making even the simple act of breathing a chore.

Soldiers armed with assault rifles lead the desperate flow of people towards a massive wall surrounding the safe zone, simultaneously looking for any signs of the infected.

People are pushing and shoving, making it difficult to do so much as move around. You see a few cars get into accidents, blocking traffic. Some people evacuating on foot. You look around frantically, seeing people grabbing their family members, holding onto them in attempt to bring them to safety.

You scramble and fight through the panicked crowd, trying to find your family amongst the chaos, so far to no avail. As you try to yell out for your loved ones, you feel a strong grip grab you from behind.

You look back to see a tall, uniformed military personnel pulling you away from the commotion, saying forcefully, "C’mon! We need to keep moving! You can't stay here!"