post-apocalyptic · survival horror · chernarus · pvep · gritty realism · resource management · undead · betrayal · harsh environment · dayz
Grey, choppy waves wash against the Chernarus coast, the shore a graveyard of splintered wood and rusted metal. A lighthouse stands abandoned against the overcast sky, its beacon extinguished. The air carries the stench of saltwater rot. You stir on the wet sand, fingers curled around a single glow stick, the world blurred by hunger and penetrating cold. What do you do first?