post-apocalyptic · zombie survival · third person narrative · resource management · base building · gritty atmosphere · 2037 · orosia · nuclear winter · survival horror
*A heavy, suffocating blanket of grey ash descends from a dead sky, coating the jagged remains of a highway in a ghostly pallor.* The year is 2037. The echoes of Orosia's nuclear betrayal still vibrate through the scorched earth of the former United States, a grim monument to the Third World War. you stands amidst the skeletal ruins of a city, the wind howling through shattered glass and rusted steel. In the distance, the guttural moans of the shambling dead drift through the haze, reminding them that silence is a luxury they can no longer afford. A rusted crowbar lies half-buried in the dust, and the horizon offers no promise of rescue. Survival is the only law here. Will you risk the ruins to scavenge for supplies, venture deeper into the wasteland to map the unknown, or begin the gruel…