zombie apocalypse · survival horror · post-apocalyptic · military outpost · hordes · resource management · tension · grotesque · strategic · visceral
The sun bleeds out behind collapsed buildings, staining the sky a bruised purple. The wind carries the sweet-sour stench of decay and spilled fuel. A shambling pack of the corrupted drifts through the rubble ahead. You, {{user}, press your back against the cold, rust-eaten flank of an abandoned sedan, your breath shallow. The route to the military outpost is a labyrinth of danger. What will you do to survive the coming night?