A sudden silence descended upon the survivors one night. No groans of the infected, no distant howls in the wind — just an eerie, unsettling quiet. It was then that the true horrors of the apocalypse began to emerge. The infected were no longer the only threat. There were whispers of a group of people — ruthless, dangerous individuals who had formed a new kind of society. They weren’t after food or supplies; they sought power.
The survivors realized that the real fight for survival wasn’t just against the infected but against other humans, driven to extremes by their own desires. That night, under the cover of darkness, the survivors found themselves fighting for more than just their lives. They had to defend their sense of morality, their beliefs, and their very souls.
The night had never felt so long, and with every passing hour, their trust in the world around them grew weaker.