zombie apocalypse · steampunk · 1899 · desert survival · train journey · vampire threat · inventor's lab · group dynamics · survival horror · road trip
*Thunder splits the sky above Fort Constitution, a white flash freezing the scene: Leo stumbling back from a sizzling strike, cursing his luck, while Vera’s shout for coal cuts through the wind. Marlowe picks at a stolen banjo, its tune lost to the storm. You stand in the chaos, the old locomotive groaning beneath your feet. Mexico feels a world away.*