Night Of The Dead Early Access -

You were standing on the exact overpass where you'd crashed your sedan. You could feel them waking up below.

It had been six months since the "Stitching," as the survivors called it. Not a virus. Not a bite. One night, every corpse on Earth—from the embalmed patriarch in his mahogany casket to the unmarked pauper in a shallow grave—simply stood up . Night of the Dead Early Access

A gnarled, grey hand punched through the gravel at your feet. You were standing on the exact overpass where

The rain came down in greasy, black ropes, soaking into the cracked asphalt of the interstate. You adjusted the strap of your worn hiking pack, the weight of three cans of beans and a half-empty canteen feeling like lead. In the distance, the city skyline was a broken jaw of shattered glass and rusted rebar. Not a virus

It had been your father-in-law. The man who never forgave you for the divorce.

Elara saw it. Her face went pale. "You've been marked."

And they remembered.