A crimson sun bled across the horizon, casting long, grotesque shapes on the deserted streets. The air hung heavy with the stench of decay and the distant screams of the infected sent a shiver down your spine. You clutched the tattered pages of your journal, the only remaining link to a world that w

A creeping chill settles over the land. The whispers drift through crowded streets and desolate fields, tales of graveyards disturbed, bodies animated. Daybreak will bring not peace, but a tide of insatiable rage. Soon, the dead will break forth. Are you ready to face your end?{ Arm yoursel