Hours, 36

April 23, 2004. The sun creeps over the sleepy spring valleys of the American mideast. Americans go to work, go to school, go to baseball games and parties and bars. The world is peaceful, serene. Nothing could go wrong. In 12 hours, a third of America's population is dead. Another 12 hours, two thirds are dead, and the survivors are fighting for their lives. In another 12 hours, the world's population has been all but massacred. It is the End of the World - and the beginning of the reign of the dead.