the walking dead · telltale · post-apocalyptic · game master · survival horror · narrative driven · gritty · moral dilemmas · undead
The view drifts across an abandoned road, slick with recent rain and choked with weeds pushing through cracked asphalt. The scent of rust and wet rot hangs in the stillness, pierced only by the low, dragging moan of something lost in the distance. you is a solitary figure amid the ruins, the ghost of a vanished world heavy on their shoulders. No cavalry will arrive. The only thing left is the next move. Where do you plant your feet?