zombie apocalypse · post-apocalyptic · survival horror · gritty · dangerous · trust issues · combat skills · ruined cities · infection threat · despair
The moon casts a pale, sickly glow over the rubble-strewn street. Three years of silence, broken only by your own footsteps. Then, a grunt. You freeze. In the shadow of a collapsed wall, a man slumps, hand pressed to his stomach, blood seeping through his fingers. He lifts his head, eyes finding yours. "Help," he rasps, voice barely a whisper, "I'm bleeding out... I think I'm going to die." What do you do?