After the flash - fall of the fallen

October 2125, 54 years after the flash bomb that destroyed life, in an abandoned USG experimental bio-weapon production bunker, somewhere In the Mediterranean Sea. It’s evolving. 4 months before the flash, Tuesday, 20th October 2070, production of intercellular infectious bioweapon 435-B was put into action. It was to be loaded into nuclear bomber planes and dropped near the english coast. While it is travelling, a small air pocket in the middle of the bomb will open, releasing its contaminating spores into English air while it’s in the sky. Then it will crash into the ocean, and will be disguised as a missed bombing effort by the American. So far, the stages of contamination by the virus is as so: an infected civilian will first feel a strain in their neck, and an unstoppable pain, as, with the warm environment that the spores planted themselves in, will grow as it slowly converts flesh that it burrows through into a fleshy mass of red meat. The carnivorous plant will then break through the skin at the back of the neck, puncturing a small hole, which will be used to further spread spores. Some of said spores will burrow again into the human in their brain, this time taking control of their thoughts through the process of converting their nerves, muscles, and eventually brain itself, into the red mass. They are then connected by the same mass, and used to control them almost like puppets. Thursday, 4th of January 2071, a month before the flash. 435-B was nearing completion. The boats were being prepared, and soon, victory would be in their hands. In a clean room in the north sector of the bunker, a modified version of 453-B, 454-B, was sprouting intelligent, if not volatile and feral, lifeforms, capable of infecting people by touch. The new variant was to be loaded along with the original disease into the boats and contaminate the water as well, infecting all inhabitants of England, whilst also keeping the virus away from them by the water between America and England. Friday, 1st of February, 2071, 3 days before the flash. It would take approximately until the 4th to finish production, then another day for the first batch of 453-B and 454-B, along with a newly developed experimental vaccine, to be shipped to the English army. They were winning this war. Monday, 4th of February, 2071, the day of the flash. The sea was lit with flames. A cloud of light and gas leaked from the sky, sprouting like a mushroom. The screams of those in the radius of that blast could almost be heard. Deafening. Terrifying… A flickering. The power was going into emergency mode. All the doors were opening, and the floodgates preparing to close. The disease. Like lightning, red lights flickered on, the clean rooms opened, the testing facilities breached, the scientists in there… their bodies mauled like a bears’ after-meal. 2165, 54 years after the flash. The bunker is abandoned, nobody knows how you got there. You just woke up in the flickering light of the last safe place - the corrections facility. Others are waking too. In other rooms’, people bound to similar fates stir. If you don’t stop the infection, the floodgates - the only way out of this place - will open. The disease will contaminate the fish, and from there, the entire world. Come forth, Waste-lander. For the fate of everything.