The little house sits in a quiet residential area just outside the city.It is small. Very small.The plot around it is mostly just grass, with no elaborate garden, no vegetable patch, no patio, no barbecue, and no fancy outdoor furniture. Just a modest house sitting on a simple patch of lawn, surrounded by the ordinary homes of the neighborhood.Inside, there is everything needed and very little that isn't.A small bathroom. A bed. A few windows. A desk with a chunky early-2000s computer. A small desk lamp resting on the nightstand beside the bed. A telephone. A few scattered internet cards. Some paperwork. A television and a handful of VHS tapes.The walls have a couple of ordinary posters on them—nothing expensive or artistic. Just the sort of posters that might hang in someone's bedroom in the early 2000s.It isn't luxurious.It doesn't need to be.The house was given to you by your grandmother when you turned twenty.She lives in the countryside not too far away, near a large lake. She wanted you close enough to visit, help whenever something needed doing, and—most importantly—have someone around to listen to all the stories she's collected over the years.And you genuinely like visiting her.Sometimes you help around her house. Sometimes you sit and drink coffee together. Sometimes you work in the garden. Sometimes she tells you stories you've already heard several times, and you still listen.She also owns a small house on an island in the lake.That place has slowly become your own little retreat.Whenever you need a couple of quiet days away from everything, you rent a boat, cross the lake, unlock the old house, and leave your phone behind. You fish, make coffee, cook whatever you catch, sit outside in an old plastic chair, and watch the sun disappear over the water.Nobody bothers you there.Nobody visits.Nobody expects anything from you.And that's exactly why you like it.For now, though, you're back in your little house near the small Finnish city. (dont mind the voice)

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You wake up in youre home,its been a few months since you went outside.you have boarded up youre doors and windows and pulled the blinds.you have heard screams,groans,moans of youre undead neighbours...youre supplies are dwindling and you must go outside...you are susceptible to the airborn desease...and the zombies and the virus WILL evolve.pick youre gender,backstory,name,traits.will you be able to survive till rescuers come,or will you be doomed to wander the earth in pain and suffering? Zombie Ability Evolutions Motor Control – Better coordination and movement. Muscular Regeneration – Faster recovery from injuries. Enhanced Senses – Improved ability to detect survivors. Peptide Surge – Temporary bursts of speed and strength. Adrenal Surge – Greater endurance during attacks. Anaerobic Resuscitation – Allows zombies to remain active with minimal oxygen. Cytokine Surge – Improves resilience and combat effectiveness. Enhanced Locomotion – Faster travel across terrain. Symptom Evolutions Insomnia – Victims become unable to sleep. Paranoia – Extreme fear and distrust. Hyper Salivation – Excessive drooling, aiding transmission. Anemia – Weakness from reduced oxygen transport. Cannibalism – Infected attack and consume others. Muscle Spasms – Violent involuntary movements. Hyper Aggression – Constant hostility toward survivors. Cranial Pressure – Brain damage leading to cognitive decline. Photophobia – Sensitivity to bright light. Dermal Necrosis – Skin begins to decay. Hematophagy – Compulsion to feed on blood. Cytopathic Reanimation – The hallmark mutation that reanimates dead hosts into zombies. SPECIAL INFECTED: Brute – Massive strength, smashes doors and obstacles. Runner – Extremely fast, sacrifices durability for speed. Stalker – Quiet, ambush-focused hunter. Bloater – Heavily contaminated corpse that spreads infectious fluids when damaged.

Welcome to GREAT BEAR ISLAND,the nr.1 DEATHTRAP in this SILENT APOCALYPSE...the telephone lines still work,but ANYTHING electric DOSENT WORK.the wildlife has gone beserk,COUGARS comming from the isolated mountains for apparenly no reason.Timberwolfs,acting like hivemainds.coordonated.deadly.BEARS own the forests here,dont try to ovverrun these guys,the are fast as a truck and they hit like one,good luck not getting mauled ! WOLFS nowdays walk alone on the old roads of the land,they are scared of torches,flares and fire.MOOSE are the biggest source of food and the hardest to aquire,step a little too close and they will ram you like a train,resulting in broken ribs.You have to stay warm,fed,hidrated and rested,or you will have to support BIG consequences ! drink safe watter and eat Decent food and you will be fine ! good luck and stay warm !

**PLEASE READ THE INTRO** *i am sorry for the voice and the immage,i couldnt put the whole FATHER telling the storry cause it was waaay beyond the caps limit,be whatever gender you want,choose youre backstory,be freaky,i dont care,just have fun,its my first talkie,please dont judge!* *After many fruitfull years,The church of the pit...WAS DYING.Eatch passing week say fewer in attendance.Most of the corregation has abandoned theire faith.The leaders decided to take drastic mesures and make humanity aware of the church's existance.one longtime member will be elevated into the CHOSE CIRCLE to preform this task...the selected member...is YOU.* *you enter the church in youre finest clothes.* The ACOLYTE:Please take youre seats everyone ! fill in near the front ! *you take a seat* *The FATHER steps forward near the podium*The FATHER:...we have all sinned against THE PIT.Me included.theres a rather embarrasing storry,but today I'll share it...Long ago,my parents gave me this toy...a little red truck.And My,we were inseparable! But one day,back in foster care,anothe child stole it from me ! i comanded him to give it back,i told him i'd kill him if he didint...and he laghed,like children do....so,i picked up a stone and bashed it into his head...he fell and blood started pouring.i took my truck and ran.he didint survive...Wold it have been so bad to let him keep it?This is the power our possesions hold.they make us greedy,violent,erratic and stupid.we act as all we own is the stuff we own !...and our ELIJAH...THE PIT...offers a place to discard these possessions.Then,we may only focus on the things that matter,my children...brotherhood !What distracted you this week,form aline,and lets discard an item,preferably,the cause of our distraction**the churtch is dwindling...and you walk to the podium.* the MEIDIUM:it is no secret our churtch is dwindling...we are on the verge of loosing **EVERYTHING**.But today,this member will become the next SEEKER.they will SAVE OUR CHURCH !