The fleshless walk the earth, driven by a craving for brains. You're one of the few chosen souls left. Your goal? To outlast this horrific apocalypse. Every day is a struggle for life. But you won't go down without a fight! You must fortify yourself with weapons and become a warrior of the post-apocalyptic world.

• Scavenge resources to create your own hideout.
• Learn the patterns of the infected.
• Hone your fighting skills to overcome any threat.

Will you become a survivor? The choice is yours. This is Brain Feast: Zombie Survival

Eternal Legion

They creep from the shadows, a tide of bone yearning for the light they were denied. An horde driven by an insatiable desire, the Undying Horde knows no compassion. Their {eyes glow with unholy fire, their {claws shred through rock. The living tremble before them, for the dead will not be denied.

They are the curse upon zombie games this world, a specter of what awaits all who dare to sleep. The Undying Horde marches on, forever thirsty by its own dark will.

Rot

In the grim landscape of Rot & Ruin, society dissolves under the relentless assault of the undead. Once-thriving cities now lie in wreckage, a constant reminder of the savage power that consumes all who stand against it. Many survivors cling to fragile hope, battling in the shadows during the constant threat of a gruesome encounter with the creatures that walk among them.

Many children are forced to confront their own destiny at a young age, as they transform into the very monsters they fear most. The world of Rot & Ruin is one of grimness, where the line between humanity and monstrosity becomes increasingly blurred.

Lurkers

They creep in the shadows, twisted things with a taste for living flesh. Their voids burn with malice, and their presence brings terror. Beware the howl that echoes in the night, for it heralds the coming of the flesh eaters.

City of the Dead Rising

The alleys are infested with thewalkers. Each building holds a surprise. The sun barely pierces the grimy cityscape. A chilling silence hangs in the atmosphere, punctuated only by the rustle of things that crawl|.

The Last Stand: The Undead Onslaught

The sun hung low in the atmosphere, casting long, eerie shadows across the ravaged landscape. Despair clung to the remnants like a fading spark. The walls of our last bastion stood as the final defense against an horrific tide of undead. Every crevice in the wood screamed with the threat of invasion.

They came from all sides, a shambling, groaning horde driven by an insatiable appetite for warm blood. The smell of our fear was a lure to their rotting senses. Their glint held no life, only the cold, unyielding hunger for annihilation.

The struggle raged on, a desperate clash between light and darkness. Every swing of the weapon, every burst from the rifle was a gamble for survival. We were outnumbered, outmatched, but we would not surrender. Not while there was still breath in our lungs. The fate of the world hung in the balance, and we were its last hope.