“Shhhhhhhh.” “Quiet.” “Something’s not right.” What do you do when you know something seems off? When your sixth sense awakens to an imperceptible change in the way people on the street are behaving? When the pattern of everyday life begins to shift, subtle at first, dramatic within a single nightfall? Their facial expressions, how they touch each other, the tenor of their voices... Something is wrong. What do you do? Your family is hundreds of miles away. You’re meant to be celebrating. All you have are your friends. And the head on your shoulders. You run. The infected are coming. A global infection. Seven college students must band together, and survive the Outbreak. Society is dying. There are no rules anymore. Take what you want, and protect what you love.

Five months after the Outbreak. The fire is smoldering. The new society the survivors have built is fragile. Making it through the Appalachian winter seems a mere distraction, as the survivors in the valley struggle to keep from killing each other. Societal morals more akin to medieval England have descended on our heroes and villains alike, who must judge themselves before they can focus fury on the undead. Jealousy, lust, and power. A new force of survivors will arrive, and they promise salvation. But beneath the surface, wicked dreams fester. Who will survive the winter?

440 days after Outbreak. August. The survivors have created five factions to maintain control and hold off the infected. Each specializes in a different type of combat, and each will have a part to play in the coming struggle. The Eagle, the Lion, The Bear, the Wolf, and the Destrier. As familiar faces strive to rekindle old flames, the Hordes draw closer. Soon, the valley will be surrounded, and the five factions will be called upon in a final, desperate hour. The end has come.