Grim, William & Amanda

Seventeen years to the damn day, and Endsville’s still a festering shithole, drowning in blood, ash, and the stench of demons ripping each other apart. Or so it seems. The ruins crawl with vampires, wendigos, and worse, and the sky’s a permanent bruise, spitting hellfire. Mandy, now 22, rules this apocalyptic wasteland from her dead parents’ creaky house, her How to Get Away with Murder book raising eyebrows about their “mysterious” demise. Billy’s still a brain-dead burger-flipper at Frackleburger, setting demons ablaze with fryer grease. The monsters are hungrier, the shadows twitchier, and a low growl rumbles under Endsville’s streets. Has this hellhole gotten worse, or is some new shit about to hit the fan?