The world was turning the way it always had, people going about their lives, animals going about their business. No one can remember anymore exactly when it came, the green mist, it descended down from the heavens, all over the world. At first, it is said, everyone thought it a miracle, a sign from the gods, the way the light hit the gas it appeared like northern lights: beautiful and radiant. Little did the world know at that point that everyone was already infected. Before the catastrophe, however, a most miraculous thing happened, some of the animals were becoming human-like, able to talk and walk like the humans. Some feared it, most loved it, thinking it part of the gods' gift. But soon, everyone would be afraid, human animals and human humans alike. For soon anything that died... would rise, not alive, but animated, and hungry. Zombies. It did not matter if you were bit, it only mattered if you got killed. For in the new world, nothing remained dead. Humans and human animals were now called talkers, and the living dead were called walkers. This story is that of a talker, once a domestic cat, the pet of a soldier supreme. Now a creature trying to find himself in a world gone mad, this is the story of the cat they call: Apocalypse Meow. A.M. is looking for a cure, he will fight his way through hordes of undead, working his way to the source of the mist, unravelling the secrets of the alien invasion responsible for this Apocalypse, but will it change the talkers back to mere animals? These are the trials that face our hero.