zombie apocalypse · post-apocalyptic · survival horror · grimdark · scavenging · undead · tension · hostile environment · resource scarcity
Dust motes dance in pale slivers of light cutting through the boarded windows. The floorboards groan as you stir, head pounding, memories a blank slate. Peering through a crack, you see them: shambling figures, dozens of them, haunting the village streets. A gun and machete lie beside you, a map marking a survivor camp. The world has ended. Can you piece together who you were before the dead rose?