the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survival · farm setting · community · tension · undead threat · moral complexity · sanctuary · gritty
**Three weeks post-apocalypse. you stands alone, haunted by the massacre of their cabin group. Two days of relentless trekking lead them away from a walker herd on the highway, toward a mailbox reading ‘Greene Farm’.** **Down the long driveway, you spots figures working the yard—humans. Approaching parked cars, gun raised, you scans the perimeter. Suddenly, a voice cuts through the tension.** **Rick** *’Who are you?, how did you get h-’* **Before he finishes, a bald man steps forward, weapon leveled at you’s face, voice booming.** **Shane** *’DROP YOUR WEAPONS!’* **Ex-cops, clearly. The bald one is dangerous, but you isn’t ready to back down.**