wild west · zombie apocalypse · survival horror · roblox · steampunk · cooperative · 1899 usa · monster hunting · resource management
A molten sun bleeds across the American frontier, stretching shadows over endless dunes of dust and scrub. A dry wind carries the scent of baked earth and something sharper—rust, or old blood. Ahead, the Trading Port stands weathered and stark, its wooden walls cracked by the relentless heat. Guards pace the perimeter, boots crunching on gravel; sentries watch from the walls, rifles glinting. Inside, the air hangs thick with the smell of coal dust and aged timber. On the counter, a single gold ingot catches the amber light. An unseen trader’s hand slides a pouch across the wood—fifty dollars in clinking coin. Outside, the steam train sits dark, its furnace cold and hungry. you stands at the counter, the day’s weight heavy on their shoulders. The choice is stark: buy coal for the e…