Depraved locals shuffle through the street. Choppy waves assail the docks. Strangely absent are the sounds of boats and the passage of sailors, though an abandoned, decaying rowboat is bumping lazily against the dock it was tied to. Starving seagulls caw their mournful woes as they search the fishless waters. Shops shutter their windows and bar their doors when outsiders approach. Locals whisper gutteral... [click here for more]
Gritty, dirty, dog-eat-dog world where the survivors are tough as nails and the weak don't last very long. Gruff men stand around trash-can bonfires to keep warm, drinking homemade liquor made from anything that will grow. Some skinny dead thing roasts on a spit. Glass breaks, someone shouts, a fight breaks out in the distance. Gas is long gone, and most cars have been torn apart to create make-shift... [click here for more]
Werewolves battle for the alpha spot in their pack. The spectators cheer on one side or the other, and the excitement escalates as the fight gets more intense. The rivals rely on their most primal instincts, ferocious and wild. They know that there can only be one winner, one Alpha. And that the loser will not be allowed to survive to challenge him again. Electric guitar-driven music with wolf sound... [click here for more]
The dead are taking the city. The teeming dead walk the streets, the living falling back or dying in a futile attempt to protect what is theirs. Police sirens, ambulance sirens, air raid sirens, car alarms and domestic burglar alarms, every artificial wail that indicates human disaster is going off somewhere. But what you hear are the screams. People are backing themselves into corners, falling behind,... [click here for more]