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The Shepherd, a man named Father Miller, didn't use bullets. He used his presence and a strange, unsettling calm to keep the zombies at bay, though whether it was faith or something darker, Elias couldn't say.

As the first light of a new day hit the ruined skyline, the survivors stood among the "Civilization Gone". There were no governments coming to save them, and no armies on the horizon. They were just a handful of people—a soldier, a scrounger, a priest, and a reaper—bound by the grim reality that in this new world, the dead didn't just walk; they ruled. Scrounger - Dead Reign: Oregon Coast Wikia Dead-Reign-Zombie-Role-Playing-Game

They were being hunted. Not just by the mindless "Slouchers," but by a , a warrior who lived for the hunt of the undead but had grown increasingly indifferent to the living. This Reaper, a man known only as Jax, had been tracking their group since they left the safety of a survivor camp in the Oregon Coast. The Shepherd, a man named Father Miller, didn't use bullets

The air in the concrete canyons of Chicago was thick with the copper tang of old blood and the dry, papery scent of the "Half-Living." For Elias, a former beat cop turned , every shadow was a threat. He clutched his battered rifle, checking his fuel gauge; he had exactly 30 gallons of gas left in his jeep—a king’s ransom in a world where currency had been replaced by canned beans and ammunition. There were no governments coming to save them,

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the "Escalating Terror" truly began. The moans of a swarming horde echoed through the streets—hundreds of zombies drawn by the sound of Elias’s engine. They retreated to a makeshift outpost, a fortified diner where a was already tending to a group of "Ordinary People".