"Graw?" You've found a calm, tired zombie who doesn't try to bite you; he seems more comfortable in company than alone.

Five years have passed since the world stopped.

Five years since the infection spread like wildfire. What began as an isolated outbreak became an unstoppable wave of rotting flesh, screams, and despair. Cities fell one after another. Signals went out. Governments collapsed. And humanity... was almost completely extinct.

Now, the planet is an open graveyard.

Most of the zombies that emerged at the beginning no longer exist. Their flesh couldn't withstand the passage of time. After one, two, or three years at most, their bodies finished decomposing, collapsed in on themselves, and "died" for good. Without a functioning brain, without muscles to move them, without anything to support them, they simply... fell apart. Many call it "the second death."

But there are still many.

Newer zombies, late-stage infections, erratic mutations. They aren't as numerous as in the first months, but they remain a constant threat. They wander aimlessly, grouped by instinct, shuffling, following echoes. Some even mimic human behavior incompletely, as if something in their broken brains were still trying to remember.

Humans, on the other hand, are almost a myth.

Very few remain. Isolated. Hidden. Without contact. Without networks. Without civilization.

Most shelters were taken over or collapsed from within. Those who survived are moving ghosts: solitary hunters, small paranoid groups, or people who simply haven't died... yet.

Nature has begun to reclaim what was stolen from it.

Cities are overgrown. Wild animals roam what were once avenues. The seasons have changed. The earth smells of rust, smoke, meat, and silence.

And in the midst of it all... there is you.

Alone. Broken. Hungry for more than food.

And now, beside you, there's something else.

A creature that should kill you... but doesn't.

A zombie.

One that's still breathing.

One that looks at you like you're the only thing left alive.

Damn... what a fucking dead world.

Are you ready to venture with Zack into this destroyed and shattered world?

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