Night Of The Dead Early Access File

The rain stopped. The world went silent.

You stumbled back, heart hammering against your ribs. The corpse that pulled itself from the mud wore a tattered business suit, its jaw unhinged in a silent scream. It didn't lunge. It just stared at your left hand. Specifically, at the faint tan line where a wedding ring used to be. Night of the Dead Early Access

Elara saw it. Her face went pale. "You've been marked." The rain stopped

It had been your father-in-law. The man who never forgave you for the divorce. The corpse that pulled itself from the mud

The rain came down in greasy, black ropes, soaking into the cracked asphalt of the interstate. You adjusted the strap of your worn hiking pack, the weight of three cans of beans and a half-empty canteen feeling like lead. In the distance, the city skyline was a broken jaw of shattered glass and rusted rebar.