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

• Snatch resources to craft your own hideout.
• Learn the ways of the infected.
• Hone your survival skills to overcome any threat.

Will you become a legend? The choice is yours. This is Braaaains! Zombie Survival

Unending Swarm

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

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

Ruin

In the grim landscape of Rot & Ruin, society shudders under the relentless assault of vampires. Once-thriving cities now lie in wreckage, a constant reminder of the savage power that overwhelms all who stand against it. Many survivors cling to tenuous hope, struggling in the shadows amidst the constant threat of a frightening encounter with the creatures that walk among them.

Some youths are forced to confront their own fate 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 good and here evil becomes increasingly blurred.

Fiends

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

District of the Dead Rising

The lanes are infested with creatures. Each house hides a surprise. The sun barely penetrates the bloodstained landscape. A chilling silence hangs in the air, punctuated only by the clatter of things that crawl|.

The Ultimate Showdown: The Undead Onslaught

The stars hung low in the atmosphere, casting long, eerie silhouettes across the ravaged landscape. Fear clung to the survivors like a fading ember. The barrier of our citadel stood as the final stand against an horrific tide of zombies. Every crack in the stone screamed with the potential of attack.

They came from all directions, a shambling, groaning horde driven by an insatiable appetite for humanity. The aroma of our fear was a magnet to their rotting senses. Their eyes held no spark, only the cold, unyielding hunger for annihilation.

The struggle raged on, a desperate warfare between sanity and madness. Every swing of the sword, every burst from the rifle was a risk for survival. We were outnumbered, outmatched, but we would not surrender. Not while there was still breath in our lungs. The end of the world hung in the balance, and we were its last defense.