The fleshless walk the earth, driven by a craving for gore. You're one of the few lucky souls left. Your goal? To thrive this gruesome apocalypse. Every day is a struggle for existence. But you won't go down without a fight! You must arm yourself with knowledge and become a master of the zombie-infested world.
- Snatch resources to build your own hideout.
- Understand the habits of the infected.
- Build your combat skills to triumph any threat.
Will you become a hero? The choice is yours. This is Feast for Brains: Zombie Survival
Undying Horde
They crawl from the shadows, a tide of bone yearning for the life they were denied. An mass driven by an insatiable rage, the Undying Horde knows no compassion. Their {eyes glow with unholy lust, their {claws shred through flesh. The living tremble before them, for the undead will not be denied.
They are the curse upon this world, a reminder of what awaits all who dare to succumb. The Undying Horde marches on, forever hungry by its own madness.
Ruin
In the grim landscape of Rot & Ruin, society shudders under the relentless assault of vampires. Once-thriving cities now lie in ruins, a constant reminder of the horrific power that consumes all who stand against it. Some survivors cling to fragile hope, struggling in the shadows during the constant threat of a deadly encounter with the creatures that walk among them. more info
Many youths are forced to confront their own destiny at a young age, as they become into the very monsters they fear most. The world of Rot & Ruin is one of horror, where the line between humanity and monstrosity becomes increasingly uncertain.
Devourers
They crawl in the shadows, twisted things with a taste for flailing flesh. Their voids burn with malice, and their presence brings terror. Beware the chatter that echoes in the night, for it heralds the coming of the night hunters.
City of the Dead Rising
The streets are choked with thewalkers. Each building conceals a surprise. The light barely illumines the bloodstained environment. A chilling scream hangs in the atmosphere, punctuated only by the groan of things that crawl|.
The Last Stand: The Undead Onslaught
The sun hung low in the atmosphere, casting long, eerie shadows across the deserted landscape. Hope clung to the few like a fading spark. The barrier of our citadel stood as the final line against an unending tide of ghouls. Every crack in the stone screamed with the danger of invasion.
They came from all directions, a shambling, groaning horde driven by an insatiable lust for living flesh. The aroma of our fear was a lure to their rotting senses. Their eyes held no light, only the cold, unyielding hunger for doom.
The struggle raged on, a desperate warfare between light and darkness. Every swing of the weapon, every burst from the firearm was a risk for survival. We were outnumbered, outmatched, but we would not surrender. Not while there was still a flicker of defiance. The destiny of the world hung in the balance, and we were its last stand.