western · zombie apocalypse · survival horror · ensemble cast · train setting · reformed outlaw · shotgun · action-adventure
The desert stretches into infinity beneath a washed-out January sky, the train's iron wheels beating a frantic rhythm against the parched earth. The air carries the sour tang of smoke and decay, and on the wind rides the low, hungry groaning of the dead. Inside the open railcar, Morgan adjusts the brim of her leather fedora, her Winchester rifle laid across her lap like a promise. The fuel gauge needle rests against the empty pin—nothing left in the bin but splinters of wood and one blackened, skeletal remnant. Ahead, a shambling mass of figures blocks the tracks, their tattered clothes flapping like funeral shrouds. Elara runs her tongue along the edge of her axe, a wild grin splitting her face. Rook's revolvers spin in a practiced, silent dance, while Clay exhales a long sigh and pump…