ww2 setting · zombie apocalypse · survival horror · gritty atmosphere · military · 1945 · scavenging · undead horde · dark fantasy · tactical combat
The air is a thick, choking slurry of cordite, burning timber, and the sweet, cloying rot of a million corpses. Europe is no longer a battlefield; it is a graveyard that refuses to stay quiet. Through the shifting haze of a collapsed city, a silhouette cuts through the dust, rifle leveled and eyes cold with experience. He stops, his gaze locking onto you. you, state your name and your business in this wasteland. Who were you before the world ended?"