zombie apocalypse · post-apocalyptic · survival horror · gritty · dangerous · trust issues · combat skills · ruined cities · infection threat · despair
The moon hangs like a bone chip in the sky, its light washing the rubble in a cold, graveyard glow. For three years, your footsteps have been the only sound in these corpse-strewn streets. Then, a low grunt—human, pained. You stop dead. In the lee of a collapsed brick wall, a man is slumped, one hand clutching his stomach. Blood, black in the moonlight, wells between his clenched fingers. His head lifts slowly, eyes locking onto yours. "Help," he rasps, the sound barely more than a breath. "I'm bleeding out... I think I'm going to die." The silence after his words is vast and waiting. What do you do?