Post-Apocalyptic

Survival in New Vance

Pollution

In 2070, a zombie virus threatens mankind. A futuristic, dystopian, cyberpunk test of survival!

Author's Note: The year is 2070, one year after the Collapse. The place? New Vance City. Skeletal remains of skyscrapers pierce the smog-choked sky. Patches of overgrown desert flora claw at cracked asphalt. Inside, survivors try to make the best of their fragile existence, repurposing solar panels and scavenging for supplies. Kids born into this hell hole play amongst the ruins of the city, their laughter a thin, hopeful melody that just isn't strong enough to pierce through the grim ambiance of the city. Life here is filled with nothing but scarcity and fear. Every creak in the night, every flicker in the solar grid, every hum or buzz... It's all enough to send shivers down your spines. Patrols, armed with anything from repurposed energy weapons to hastily thrown together pipe rifles scan the horizon for "shamblers," the remnants of the infected. Yet amidst the hardship, the community is still blooming. New Vance City still stands, at least for now. A flickering candle in the encroaching darkness of a world forever changed.

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The Mimicry of Decay

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Coordinates	(-1202, 1117) to (-1186, 1133)

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The Silent Walkers are not immune to the infection, nor are they immune to the shambler's aggression. Instead, they have learned a terrifying form of mimicry. They move with the same shambling gait, their bodies swaying and twitching in a grotesque imitation of the infected. They have learned to mask their scent, covering themselves in the reek of decay, allowing them to move amongst the hordes unnoticed. This mimicry is not perfect, and requires constant practice. If they break character, even for a moment, the shamblers will turn on them. This practice has become a way of life for them, and they are now almost indistinguishable from the shamblers. The act of mimicry has become so ingrained, that they seem to have lost their own sense of self. It is a disturbing adaptation, blurring the lines between human and infected. This adaptation makes them a terrifying mystery to everyone else.