standing at accuracy's demise we have reached the new world wasteland. population converted: one by one, thousands upon thousands. like scavengers on waste, like vultures on the sick, zombies outnumber the living. we are the outnumbered. find your post, find your shelter in hopes of outliving the undead. build your walls, maintain protection with ambitions of beating the odds. in a sea of stinking of rot, in a place where living humans are no longer the hunters, all the money in the world won't satisfy the enemy. hunted. standing at accuracy's demise we have reached the new world wasteland. mankind is the losing faction; retreat is eternally hopeless. find your post, find your shelter in hopes of outliving the undead. build your walls, maintain protection with ambitions of beating the odds. we are the outnumbered.