They called it The Containment Conflicts, but there was nothing contained about it. When the dead surged through the cracked security gates of the Satsop Nuclear Plant, chaos spread faster than radiation. Workers in hazmat suits and soldiers in bio-sealed armor fell like dominos, their screams drowned beneath the relentless moans of the infected. Emergency shutdowns failed as the control rooms were overrun, alarms blaring uselessly over the gnashing of teeth and the rattle of gunfire. What began as a desperate defense turned into a slaughter, the plant’s glowing reactors casting eerie shadows over the writhing horde. By the time the last line of defense broke, the world had already learned a chilling truth: the dead didn’t care about radiation—only the living did.