Ya know what time is it, right?
DISASTER TIME!!!

No one is certain how, but the fungic infection had escaped quarantine protocols of the RNN, even with help from the Zylit. The spores were picked by gusts of wind and carried towards a more fertile plain, north of the RNN's facilities. Over there it found refuge in cracks in the soil near bodies of water, where the humid and dark area proved to be just perfect breeding ground for the spores to gorw another mushroom plant. After a month has passed without any reports of an infection occuring, the case was called off, believing that the fungus had died out.

While cattle from a local tribe were on the field, the spores of the fungus erupted and poisoned 2 of the herd's cows. The 2 cettle showed great agression towards the others and due to their aggressive behaviour, they were put down and used for meat by the local tribesmen.
Soon the tribesmen began feeling drowziness, headaches and soon went insane. Due to superstition, no one reported this to RNN health workers checking the plains and instead tried healing the infected on their own, only leading to their demise as well. Soon the whole tribe turned into a village of death, inhabited by crazed maniacs and surrounded by a yellowish haze. Many survivors attempted to flee towards surrounding areas.

On a Saturday, approx. 16:42 PM a family leaves the tribe and heads towards South Africa for refuge, not realizing that they have been infected with the fungus. To turn things even worse, a group of RNN health-workers, during quarantine protocols around the village, one of the worker's hazmat suit punctures and allows spores to enter it and infect him. Worried of the possible consequences of contact with the fungus due to negligence, the incident goes unreported.

Now that was soooo unexpected...right?

RNN health patrols later notice something strange going on when they finally spot the yellow haze. In the last minute, casualties are reported to the health and science departements, later reaching the authorities and ordering all civilians to stay out of damp, unclean areas, country sides and sewers. Every health patrol worker is clothed with intense protection and are now being armed. 

The reason for giving them weapons is because all was well in this situation until a squad of health patrol workers experienced a large group of inhumane creatures, all of them either extremely violent, or violent and mutated from fungal growth on their faces.

RNN HQ is planning on terminating the village and making specialized fortifications with nets and filters around cities which not only will ensure safety against...these...things, but will also decrease the chance of wind-carried spores reaching RNN territory by 65% and thanks to our weather departement, air systems ensure further to blow the wind coming from infected areas away. In fact, it blows most wind away from all directions, pretty much, enough to keep spores away from civilization.

Not much more has been heard of any casualties since then...unfortunately, the AHC may want to close up a bit because there is an equal chance of it getting to you as it was before we took precautions.........

We know. Me and HitlerSucks discussed i-oooh...scheiza...

get on with he game

Sick of staying on the coast of the Aral Sea all the damn time and being surrounded by the RNN, our people have began a journey towards South Africa. We allowed to pass the Sea via boats sent from the AHC (nice guys) we have began our journey and within one month have reached the plains of the Cape of Good Hope.

A woman and her husband and son entered our tribe, but they seemed sort of off. After only a few days, the whole family that entered the tribe was a battle-mongering flesh-eating maniac fest!

Unprepared, the infection spreads through the tribe and soon we are all dead, but then we turn into fungus-zombie-things. After a few weeks, some of the infected grouped up in the middle of the town and began falling one by one, next to one-another, until forming a pyramid of corpses. Across the span of months, the fungus had totally consumed the corpes and had began inter-locking with other corpses, forming a wall of mould. This is the hive-mind, the thing that controls all fungi in all hosts (YES I KNOW IT ISN'T POSSIBLE SHUT UP).

From now on, I shall be controling the undead-zombie-mushroom-people.

Yeah...we really should stop nuking random places and NUKE THAT DAMN HIVE-MIND! MIRVS ARE GOOD TO GO! LLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNCCCCCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!