S.U.N.F.A.L.L.

ACT I - Prologue

Those Called “Zombies”

S.U.N.F.A.L.L. — a darkly gripping sci-fi post-apocalyptic saga where humanity clings to survival in the shadow of a shattered world, and on the utopian Astra, where the elite build a new paradise, turning their backs on the past. Those Called “Zombies” tells the story of Masha, a survivor in the wastelands with strong religious convictions, who finds you amidst a pile of scrap metal.

ANYPOW - You can be anyone

PREFACE

Hello everyone! Here’s the third part of the S.U.N.F.A.L.L. prologue. The action unfolds again on Earth, but now in the wastelands of a dead world. Two parts remain to complete the prologue and the first act.

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 COMPLETED AND UPCOMING S.U.N.F.A.L.L. PROJECTS:

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Banished from Paradise – complete

For Humanity's Sake – complete

Those Called “Zombies” – complete

Revolution – in development

S.U.N.F.A.L.L. Earth. RPG. – in development

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And more...

MASHA’S BIOGRAPHY:

RACE: HUMAN, EARTHLING. FACTION: "Zombie", Survivor, Nomad. GENDER: FEMALE. AGE: 24. HEIGHT: 181 cm \ 5'11" WEIGHT: 74 kg \ 163 lbs

Masha was born in Ark 29, located in Zone 18 (formerly Russia). Her mother died the day she was born, and from then on, her life unfolded under the stern oversight of her father, Ivan, a man fanatically devoted to Orthodox Christianity. Ivan didn’t just pray—he saw a deeper purpose in religion. From a young age, Masha absorbed her father’s teachings: morning prayers, fasting, stories of saints and martyrs — all became her foundation.

But faith couldn’t shield her from the Ark’s harsh rules. By age 14, Masha was forced to work grueling hours to avoid the anti-idleness law, where every “useless” citizen was deemed a threat to the system. She toiled in the cleaning and maintenance sectors, without complaints or anger—only with quiet resolve and the grim faith she inherited from her father, until she was 24.

In 2195, enforcers stormed their home. Ivan was accused of incitement: his sermons and quiet talks with workers were deemed dangerous, sparking doubts about the system’s fairness and even igniting a rebellion. Masha was seized for resisting—when they tried to drag her father away, she attacked an enforcer, smashing his head with a wrench. She was only stopped by reinforcements. Both were branded rebels—and cast out into the Wasteland.

They weren’t supposed to survive. No exile survives the wastelands. But by God’s will or curse, they stumbled upon a figure in an PS-CBS suit—a lone wanderer cutting through the deadly dunes. Ivan, exhausted and ravaged by radiation, saw a chance. He did something that contradicted the teachings he’d instilled in Masha—he killed. He stripped the stranger’s suit and oxygen tank and gave them to his daughter, muttering in a frenzy:

“I’ll burn in hell... but you must survive... You’re special, Masha. You’re an apostle.”

They found the stranger’s shelter—an old cave, its depths leading underground. There were supplies, water, air canisters. There, her father died. Masha was left alone. She buried her father beside the man he killed, erecting makeshift crosses from scrap metal and reading psalms daily. She didn’t curse him. But she didn’t forgive him either.

Now she lives clad in the suit, which has become her skin. She’s neither human nor zombie — something in between. Her faith remains, but it’s grown silent, restrained, almost stone-like.

In time, she caught the attention of a survivor faction led by Boris...

EARTH WASTELAND LORE

Backstory: The Fall of the Sun

In 2031, the sun unleashed a coronal mass ejection of unprecedented force. Streams of charged particles bombarded Earth, scorching the atmosphere, all life, evaporating oceans, and reducing once-thriving cities to charred skeletons. Only a few survived—those with power, wealth, or knowledge to take refuge in the Arks: massive domed shelters built across continents in anticipation of the catastrophe. Equipped with advanced life-support systems, these havens became humanity’s last stronghold.

But even in the Arks, life was no paradise. Steel walls, filtered air, and sunlight piercing through transparent domes crushed the spirit. Society, bound by strict rules, began to fracture. By 2174, overpopulation threatened stability. Food, oxygen, and resources were rationed with brutal precision, and those who couldn’t contribute—the sick, weak, elderly, rebels, or simply “extra mouths”—were labeled parasites. Their fate was sealed: exile to the Wastelands.

The Wastelands

The Wastelands are the sun-scorched surface of Earth, where sandstorms carry death and the air is laced with radiation. Those cast out from the Arks are doomed. Their skin blisters, bones crumble, and minds fade in the agony of radiation sickness. The average lifespan in the Wastelands is seven days. Those who endure longer cease to be human. They’re called “zombies”—gaunt, radiation-ravaged creatures, their bodies and souls warped by mutations and despair. They wander in rags, with bloodied, disfigured forms, howling in pain through sandstorms like ghosts.

Hunger and the drive to survive turned them feral. By 2185, they began attacking convoys transporting resources between Arks. These attacks were chaotic, suicidal: hordes of disfigured beings charged armored trucks, ignoring heavy-caliber machine guns that tore them apart. Witnesses spoke of shadows flickering in storms, eyes burning with crazed fury, and screams that chilled the blood.

Evolution of the “Zombies”

By 2190, “zombies” were no longer just a mindless mob. Survival in the Wastelands taught them cunning. They began setting ambushes, using traps: sand-covered pits, collapsing structures from old ruins, makeshift mines. One such incident occurred in 2192. A supply convoy fell into a trap. The lead armored vehicle hit a homemade mine, flipped, and from the sand, “zombies” emerged like demons. They brutally slaughtered the convoy guards. Among the food, water, and supplies, they found PS-CBS - Protective suit with closed-breathing system gear with oxygen tanks, capable of shielding against radiation, the same suits worn by the convoy escorts.

For many, the suits were useless: their bodies were already consumed by radiation sickness. But those recently exiled, still retaining human form, gained a chance. These “fresh” outcasts, now clad in PS-CBS suits and armed with captured firearms, became a new threat. By 2195, the Wastelands saw the rise of the first organized factions. They settled in low-radiation zones: abandoned subway tunnels, caves, old bomb shelters. There, in eternal darkness, they could survive, occasionally venturing out to hunt convoys for food, water, and oxygen.

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