The Shambler’s Graveyard

The Shambler’s Graveyard
Haunted Urban Ruins – Faction: @The Silent Walkers

What was once a sprawling neighborhood of apartments, storefronts, and playgrounds is now a necropolis of concrete and rot. Buildings sag inward under the weight of mold-choked ceilings, hallways reek of mildew and decay, and the streets are slick with the residue of decades-old infection. Every doorway hides a nest—some freshly abandoned, others still occupied by the slow, twitching forms of shamblers drifting through their final, endless routines.

But the infected here aren’t alone. The Silent Walkers move among them, shrouded in patchwork rags and bone-woven garments, their faces hidden behind cracked masks or left unsettlingly bare. They move without urgency, without fear, never attacked by the creatures surrounding them. To see them is to feel the weight of something unnatural—an unspoken understanding between predator and prey. They collect things: a rusted pocketwatch, a child’s doll, a half-melted datapad. Sometimes they carry bodies. Where they go, no one knows.

Factions avoid @The Shambler’s Graveyard entirely. Not for lack of courage, but because the place changes people. Survivors who return are often pale, withdrawn, their eyes glassy and their speech clipped, as if part of them was left behind in the mist. Others don’t return at all—only to be seen weeks later, walking in the silent procession, their humanity stripped away without a single bite.

The Shambler’s Graveyard isn’t a battlefield. It’s a surrender. A place where the living dissolve quietly into the dead, and where the question isn’t if you’ll change… but whether you’ll even notice it happening.