The sun rose over the smoking valley. All was barren. Scorched.

It wasn't mist floating over the burnt grass, but smoke from the explosions that rocked the countryside. No one had seen it coming. The air raid sirens hadn't even sounded.

Everyone had been caught off guard - occupied with their daily lives. Now, there were a few left. Scrounging for supplies, unburying themselves from the rubble, searching for loved ones and others.

Fallout had begun.

Aside from the radiation beginning to fall, the diseases had begun to spread. The fires and shockwaves had destroyed to CDC, releasing everything ever collected and studied.

One lone tree stood in the middle of a pasture - its companions uprooted and destroyed.

Meek to the world surrounding it, the tree stands as a symbol of hope to those lucky enough to view it.