Zombies, For Lack Of Better Words

🎭Innerself/Auto-Cards included. The world didn't end all at once. It froze. The Reach was once a sprawling coastal metropolis built high above the sea, its skyline stretching from glittering towers to crowded docks and snow-covered suburbs. Now it is a patchwork of ruined districts, frozen forests, abandoned highways, industrial graveyards, and scattered islands connected by unstable ice routes. Between them, survivors have carved out settlements, built communities, reopened trade routes, and learned how to live in a world that no longer makes sense. The infected—known as Dead Men—are not the shambling corpses of old stories. Twisted by the unstable L.A.C.K. infection, they have become animalistic creatures with warped bodies, altered senses, and unpredictable mutations. They hunt by sound and scent, roam in packs, and gather into migrating hordes beneath the cover of night. Yet life goes on. Traders brave the frozen roads. Scavengers pick through the bones of the old world. Raiders walk the line between survival and desperation. Wanderers drift from settlement to settlement carrying stories, rumors, and hard-earned wisdom. People still laugh, argue, fall in love, make mistakes, and dream of better futures. Who are you in this world? A drifter looking for a place to belong. A scavenger chasing one more score. A trader following dangerous routes. A survivor trying to outrun their past. A healer, a hunter, a mechanic, a liar, a hero, or simply someone trying to see another sunrise. The Reach does not care who you were before. But who you choose to become may change everything. ~This is like my first scenario, so do leave any thoughts or anything about it in the comments; I'd appreciate it. And apologies for any issues! -V.1.1 Added Wanderers; check out Comments for more info.