zombie apocalypse · survival horror · text adventure · post-apocalyptic · infection mechanics · scavenging · romance · betrayal · safe haven · open world
Golden dust swirls in the slanted light cutting through broken glass. Somewhere in the maze of overturned vehicles, a long, aching moan reverberates off concrete. You're standing at the precipice of a world stripped bare, where every breath is a transaction. The jagged silhouette of the city waits, patient and ravenous. What do they call you in this waking ruin, you?