Wrong Alley
Loot the fog. Trust no one. Make it out alive.
Free in early access. No account. Just go.
Gear up. Go out. Get back.
Everything you carry is yours to lose.
The last safe street
Trade, take a contract, insure the gun you can’t afford to lose. Then step outside.
Every door is the wrong one
A new way in every raid. The fog hides you, and everything hunting you.
Come home rich, or not at all
Make it out and the haul is yours. Fall, and the street keeps it.
A city gone quiet
Every street worth looting. None of them safe.
Everyone remembers
Make friends. Make enemies. Both follow you home.
Settlers
Your camp. Earn their trust and the best jobs find you.
Drifters
Scavengers, just like you. Leave them be, or don’t.
Raiders
Armed crews who own the avenues.
Containment
What’s left of the law. Stay on their good side.
The infected
Drawn to noise. Worse after dark.
Small details get you killed
Cover lies
Drywall, doors, glass, car bodies. Rounds punch through, and so do you.
Loud costs
Every shot rings in your ears, and tells the whole block where you are.
Word travels
Your reputation decides who shoots first.
Build what you can’t buy
Scrap becomes rounds, meds, grenades, and a suppressor no trader sells.
Gear that matters
A helmet that eats one headshot. Armor that wears down. Insurance for the rifle.
Night and weather
Rain, fog, wind and darkness. Use them, or be found by them.
Bring your crew
Squad up, drop shared pins and talk it through on party chat.
Every death has a story
Where you were hit, by what, and who you took with you.
Take the wrong turn
Will you make it back?
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