The fleshless walk the earth, driven by a hunger for flesh. You're one of the few surviving souls left. Your goal? To fight this gruesome apocalypse. Every day is a test for existence. But you won't go down without a fight! You must prepare yourself with cunning and become a warrior of the decayed world.

• Scavenge resources to build your own fortress.
• Understand the habits of the infected.
• Forge your survival skills to slay any challenge.

Will you become a hero? The choice is yours. This is Braaaains! Zombie Survival

Eternal Legion

They creep from the shadows, a tide of bone yearning for the heat they were denied. An mass driven by an insatiable hunger, the Undying Horde knows no compassion. Their {eyes glow with unholy fire, their {claws shred through flesh. The living tremble before them, for the undead will not be denied.

They are the plague upon this world, a reminder of what awaits all who dare to succumb. The Undying Horde marches on, forever thirsty by its own madness.

Rot

In the grim landscape of Rot & Ruin, society shudders under the relentless assault of creatures of darkness. Once-thriving cities now lie in wreckage, a constant reminder of the savage power that ravages all who stand against it. Many survivors cling to fragile hope, struggling in the shadows while the constant threat of a deadly encounter with the creatures that walk among them.

Many children are forced to confront their own fate at a young age, as they are chosen into the very monsters they fear most. The world of Rot & Ruin is one of despair, where the line between humanity and monstrosity becomes increasingly uncertain.

Fiends

They crawl in the shadows, ancient things with a taste for living flesh. Their eyes burn with malice, and their breath brings chill. Beware the moan that echoes in the night, for it heralds the coming of the flesh eaters.

City of the Dead Rising

The lanes are infested with creatures. Each house holds a newthreat. The moon dimly illumines the grimy environment. A chilling silence hangs in the atmosphere, punctuated only by the clatter of things that crawl|.

This Final Battle: The Undead Onslaught

The moon hung low in the heavens, casting long, eerie silhouettes across the deserted landscape. Fear clung to the survivors like a fading ember. The perimeter of our citadel stood as the final stand against an relentless tide of ghouls. Every crevice in the stone screamed with the threat of attack.

They came from all directions, a shambling, groaning horde driven by an insatiable appetite for living flesh. The scent of our fear was a beacon to their rotting senses. Their glint held no light, only the cold, unyielding hunger for doom.

The fight raged on, a zombie games desperate conflict between hope and despair. Every swing of the weapon, every burst from the gun was a risk for survival. We were outnumbered, outmatched, but we would not surrender. Not while there was still life in our hearts. The destiny of the world hung in the balance, and we were its last stand.