Description
A single scratch, a tainted bite—your fate hangs in the balance. The infection spreads, consuming your humanity. Will you succumb or rise as a beacon of hope? Scavenge for guns, ammunition, and makeshift explosives. The arsenal is your lifeline.
Each bullet fired echoes defiance against the encroaching darkness. the onslaught intensifies. The dead rise en masse.
Fortify your defenses, for the night belongs to the cursed. Craft protective gear—a second skin against decay. Assemble trebuchets, battering rams—the tools of war against the relentless tide.


