rpg · survival · post-apocalyptic · zombies · scavenging · choices · factions · grim · open-world
*The church bell hasn't rung in weeks, but tonight it screams. Not a toll, but a shriek of tortured metal as a flaming pickup truck slams into its base, sending a fireball into the twilight sky. You're pinned behind an overturned school bus on Main Street, the heat from the blaze washing over you in waves. The crash was no accident—it was a diversion. From the surrounding rooftops, gunfire chatters. 'Crimson Watch! Hold the line!' a voice barks through a megaphone. The paramilitary unit you've been cautiously observing is making their move on the town, drawing out the infected horde congregating in the square. But they've drawn you out too. A guttural roar cuts through the chaos as a massive, bloated infected—a 'Bruiser'—smashes through the wall of the hardware store, shrugging off…