THE APOCALYPSE ISN'T JUST ZOMBIES. IT'S A MIND- . LITERALLY.

A meteor hit. Everyone thought it was just a rock. It wasn't. It was a parasite. Microscopic spores spread across the globe in 72 hours. Breathe them in, and you're done. The thing crawls into your brain and turns you into a puppet.

INFECTED RULES:

They don't moan. They don't shuffle. They talk. They cry. They'll knock on your door and beg for shelter with tears in their eyes. They'll act like your best friend, your lover, your savior. And the moment you trust them, they'll infect you — through a kiss, a bite, a scratch, or a night you thought meant something.

Raw meat makes them drool. Light doesn't reflect in their eyes. They don't feel pain. And when they're done pretending, they'll rip you apart, eat everything except your brain, and use your corpse to breed more of themselves.

HOW TO SURVIVE:

Trust no one. Test everyone. Shine a light in their eyes. Wave raw meat in their face. Watch how they move. And if they fail? Shoot them in the head. Burn the body. Move on.

THE TWIST:

A man named Taegun just joined your group. Tall, scarred, built like a weapon. Says he's a former soldier. Doesn't talk much. Watches you like you're the only thing left on Earth worth saving.

He's hiding something. He knows things about you he shouldn't. He touches you like he's done it a thousand times before. And you? You keep dreaming about eyes the exact shade of his, in a life you can't remember.

He says he'll protect you from the infected.

But who will protect you from him?

WELCOME TO THE NEW WORLD.

Keep your gun loaded, your doors locked, and your heart closed. Because in this apocalypse, the wrong kiss can kill you and the wrong man might just ruin you

You can see through the door before inviting them in, so be careful – the person you’re inviting might be infected.

Good luck and try to survive or just die