Max was looking for a little R&R after his team's last mission and was excited to get the chance to head back to Phoenix. It wasn't every day he got the chance to relax in his hometown. The only bad news was Max was on call, and couldn't let anyone know he was back home. To ease the sting Director Chen secured Max a courtside seat for the Sun's game, and Max couldn't wait to watch their first number one pick dominate the competition. Unfortunately, as it seemed with most good things in life his night was cut short when his partner called about a mission. At least this time he wouldn't have to be on a plane for sixteen hours, the job was in Phoenix. Not that Max ever wanted to do his kind of work at home. It was hard to believe that The Hilltop Initiative would have found a biological weapons lab states side. Most of the time he was shuttled off to some third world country, The kind of place were money could secure you the privacy it took to build a bio-weapon undetected. The Hilltop didn't make mistakes when it came to intelligence, so it looked like his mini vacation was over before it even began. Will Max be able to stop The Rise Of The Necrotics, or will the world fall into ruin before he can? Follow along with the first episode in the series, and watch the adventure unfold.

Max wasn't exactly thrilled with how his night had gone so far. Ramirez had been shot, and his partner Gordon had been bitten by one of those things. The black lines creeping from the wound on his partner’s forearm didn't bode well for his chances of making it out of this alive, but there was always a chance. Max was determined to make damned sure if there was a miracle to be had, Gordon was going to get it. Going back to the creepy house with an underground lab wasn't high on Max's list of priorities, but staying away wasn't in the cards. All he could hope for now was that the men he left in charge actually followed his instructions. As long as the basement door remained closed everything would be just fine. If there was one thing Max had learned while working with Gordon it was that nothing was ever easy. Max was pretty sure tonight would be no exception.

Just when you thought you’d done enough to earn a rest and hot shower, the alarm had to sound. Some nights just never got any better, and this night was no exception for Max. Nothing said awkward at the next office Christmas party like giving the ok to slice and dice your partner before hopping on the elevator to kill another member of your team. No one was going to remember Max did it to save lives, the team would only be able to focus on the lives he helped take. It wasn’t like he felt good about what he had to do, but the deck was stacked against him now, and Max had to start looking out for number one. That and he needed a way out of this damn building. Max had the feeling Ramirez was only going to be the first in a long list of things going wrong at St Luke's Hospital.

Another day, another zombie. Have you ever woken up and thought today was going to be different, only to have it be a lot more of the same? That was how Max felt after finally getting some shuteye. Only Max’s same old, same old was the zombie apocalypse. Holly still needed to get to Flagstaff, and when they made it maybe they really could change the world. Who would have guessed things weren’t nearly as bad as we thought? Flagstaff was still hours away, and the Bronco wasn’t going to make it the whole way without more gas. Walking wasn’t a real option, at least not if the virus was spreading as quickly as it had been. Without another option on the table, Max and Holly were going to have to fill the tanks and quickly. What could possibly go wrong?

Max and Holly were trying to leave Phoenix in their rearview mirror but it wasn’t safe to just cruise down the freeway, people could be watching. Things had degenerated so fast as the necrotics spread, having a working vehicle made them a target for anyone trying to escape. How would they make it out of Phoenix, let alone all the way to Flagstaff? With the world on the line, there was a zero percent chance something wouldn’t go wrong.