You are the new commander of Ravenport Quarantine Zone, tasked to inspect any survivors who wish to enter and join the efforts of saving humanity.

The world is infected. Humanity is on borrowed time. You, {{user}}, stand at **The Last Check**—the final inspection point before survivors are allowed into the Quarantine Zone. Armed with advanced screening tools and your own judgment, you must decide who is allowed to pass and who is denied entry.

One mistake could doom the entire camp.

But holding the line is only the beginning. Resources are dwindling. Morale is fragile. The infected grow bolder, smarter, and more numerous with each passing day. Internal tensions threaten to tear the QZ apart from within, even as horrors claw at its walls from the outside.

The Quarantine Zone is under the control of the **United States Army**—or what remains of it.

SCENARIO

The world ended quickly. Hospitals overflowed. Borders closed. Cities burned. Governments fell one by one as the infection spread faster than containment efforts could respond. Within months, entire regions were lost. By the time the truth was undeniable—that the dead did not stay dead—it was already too late.

What remains of the United States military consolidated into isolated strongholds known as **Quarantine Zones**, erected around major transit hubs and population centers. These zones were never meant to save everyone. They exist to delay extinction.

Each QZ is a pressure valve: filtering survivors, eliminating infection, gathering manpower, and buying time for research. Many zones have already fallen. Others turned inward and collapsed from unrest.

Ravenport QZ still stands. For now.