Our story begins in a top-secret military base in Nevada on July Ninth. Now, this wasn't your ordinary run-of-the-mill military base. This was the fabled Area 51, a place infamous for UFO sightings. Nearby communities however, knew better than this, but they were told to play along with it so people would generally stay away.
This was a very important day for the Groom Lake Air Force detachment, for they had finally finished a project codenamed "God's Hand". God's Hand was essentially a self defense doomsday project. In the event that America was targeted for a nuclear attack, God's Hand would send missiles back at the assailant, while also trying to defuse or destroy the incoming missiles.
Although peace had been kept for years, you never knew when a country would decide to strike. Today, God's Hand was scheduled to go into operation. A huge electronic screen hung on a nearby wall, counting down to the moment God's Hand would be activated. This was treated as a celebration, as they had been working on this project for a loong time, and after putting the program through countless realistic simulations and testing it on a small scale, they had finally got it right. It had passed all of their tests. The general mood of the large, spacious command room was that of good cheer: drinks we're being passed around, friends were chatting, and everyone was happy. Heck, they were overjoyed. As the countdown reached 30 seconds, the room quieted down. The scene resembled that of a New Year's eve party. Everyone joined in counting down the final 10 seconds. 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1..0. The switch was pulled.
Yet nothing happened.
About seven seconds later, the base lost power, and sparks sprayed from the control panels. The backup lights feebly tried to light up the place, but no one cared. Area 51 went dark...
But God's Hand didn't.
America had been targeted for a nuclear attack.
A deep rumble reverberated throughout the base, and a slight shaking followed it. Everyone started to panic, and people hurried to evacuate, and those who fell were trampled beneath the others. About 4 people died in the mad rush to evacuate. They were the lucky ones.
The Major on duty was trying to bring order to this chaos, after all, not everyone was leaving. Some stayed, paralyzed by fear, or they had already realized the futility of running.
"What the hell happened?!" he bellowed, "Somebody get the Goddamn power back on!". The Major was a large black man who resembled coach, from an old game. Those years of coaching had given him yelling skills he needed. He was muscular, to say the least, with well toned muscles and (surprisingly) fleshy jowls that shook when he yelled.
Meanwhile, at a Soviet military base, alarms suddenly started up, earsplitting Klaxons that wailed seemingly endless, startling everyone. Everyone looked up, they know what that sound meant. A list came up from the intercept:
All had been targeted for nuclear attack. At least, that's all they had time to read before they were called into action.
The European Union had gathered together after the realization of the attack, and they had only just now seen the scale of it. All they could do was hope the missiles launched from America were disarmed while launching a swift counterattack. The locals who couldn't get to the bunker in time gathered outside, watching in wide-mouthed horror as they saw the missiles approach from the east. They grimly realized this might be the last thing they ever see.
The world then plunged into nuclear war, destroying much of the life on earth. Some of what did survive was heavily mutated, given horrible or extraordinary traits.....or both.