The dead walk the earth, driven by a craving for brains. You're one of the few surviving souls left. Your goal? To fight this gruesome apocalypse. Every day is a battle for existence. But you won't go down without a fight! You must prepare yourself with knowledge and become a legend of the post-apocalyptic world.

• Scavenge resources to build your own hideout.
• Master the habits of the infected.
• Hone your combat skills to slay any danger.

Will you become a legend? The choice is yours. This is Feast for Brains: Zombie Survival

Eternal Legion

They slither from the shadows, a tide of rot yearning for the heat they were denied. An army driven by an insatiable rage, the Undying Horde knows no mercy. Their {eyes glow with unholy fire, their {claws shred through steel. The living tremble before them, for the dead will not be denied.

They are the plague upon this world, a warning of what awaits all who dare to succumb. The Undying Horde marches on, forever hungry by its own here madness.

Devastation

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

Some children are forced to confront their own fate at a young age, as they are chosen into the very monsters they fear most. The world of Rot & Ruin is one of horror, where the line between light and dark becomes increasingly blurred.

Lurkers

They creep in the shadows, hungering things with a taste for flailing flesh. Their gaze burn with hunger, and their touch brings chill. Beware the howl that echoes in the night, for it heralds the coming of the carnivores.

District of the Dead Rising

The streets are choked with theundead. Each building conceals a newdanger. The moon faintly pierces the desecrated environment. A chilling silence hangs in the atmosphere, punctuated only by the groan of things that crawl|.

The Last Stand: The Undead Onslaught

The stars hung low in the atmosphere, casting long, eerie silhouettes across the battered landscape. Hope clung to the survivors like a fading spark. The walls of our citadel stood as the final defense against an relentless tide of ghouls. Every crack in the metal screamed with the danger of overrun.

They came from all directions, a shambling, groaning horde driven by an insatiable lust for warm blood. The scent of our fear was a beacon to their rotting senses. Their gaze held no light, only the cold, unyielding hunger for destruction.

The fight raged on, a desperate warfare between hope and despair. Every swing of the weapon, every burst from the firearm was a risk 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.