Dead Stronghold
When the world collapsed, it wasn’t the dead that scared me—it was the living.
The outbreak started like a whisper, spreading faster than anyone could react. Within weeks, cities crumbled, governments fell, and the streets belonged to the undead. At first, survival meant running, hiding, scavenging for whatever scraps I could find. But running only takes you so far.
I found an abandoned industrial town, half-broken but defensible, and I made a choice—no more running. If the world was going to be rebuilt, it would start here. I built the walls, gathered survivors, and carved out a place worth fighting for.
But out here, it’s not just the zombies that want you dead. Marauders, warlords, and desperate survivors will do anything to take what we have. If we want to live, we have to fight. If we want a future, we have to build one.
This is my frontier. And I will defend it.
