Z-Nation

Alone in a world drowned by the dead, your convoy dies on a forgotten highway under a blistering sun. With no backup, no supplies, and Zs never far behind, your only hope lies in a gas station barely visible through the heat haze. Two miles of cracked asphalt stand between you and salvation—or something far worse. Every choice matters. Every shadow hides danger. In this world, survival isn’t a goal—it’s a curse you carry mile by mile.