Night Of The Dead Early Access -

The dead were coming. And now, they all knew your name.

You were standing on the exact overpass where you'd crashed your sedan. You could feel them waking up below. Night of the Dead Early Access

And they remembered.

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. The dead were coming

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. You could feel them waking up below