New Vance City

Mass Grave Plaza is the silent heart of the Shambler’s Graveyard, where the Collapse first made itself undeniable. In the earliest days of infection, it became a triage zone turned killing field—corpses were piled, burned, buried, and forgotten. But the dead didn't stay still. Now, the plaza is a nexus of shambler activity, pulsing with a rhythmic, unnatural calm. The Silent Walkers frequent this space in slow spirals, their movements ritualistic, as if reenacting some unspoken memory. Strange symbols—formed from femurs, wiring, and scorched doll heads—are arranged like altar glyphs across the square. Survivors whisper that the plaza isn’t just where the infection began... it's where it listens. To enter is to feel watched, not by eyes, but by something beneath the concrete. Something waiting to be remembered.

The Mass Grave Plaza is a warped urban amphitheater of ruin and reverence. Cracked pavement is buckled by root-like tendrils of black mold and exposed bone. Slumped piles of bio-waste form mounds that twitch with insect activity, and rusted stretchers lie overturned beside melted IV poles. Hollowed-out apartment balconies loom overhead, draped with fungus-stained curtains that flutter even when there’s no wind. At the plaza’s center is a circular pit ringed by scorched stone and crude sigils—half-burned faces frozen in agony peek through loose soil. Makeshift altars of refuse and salvaged tech hum faintly with static, hinting at rituals past. A constant haze hangs low over the area, refracting light into soft halos that give the illusion of movement in your peripheral vision. And always, on the edge of sight, a Silent Walker might pause—just long enough to make you wonder if you’re next.