The fleshless walk the earth, driven by a lust for flesh. You're one of the few lucky souls left. Your goal? To outlast this terrifying apocalypse. Every day is a test for life. But you won't go down without a fight! You must prepare yourself with weapons and become a master of the post-apocalyptic world.

• Loot resources to create your own hideout.
• Understand the ways of the infected.
• Hone your fighting skills to slay any danger.

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

Undying Horde

They creep from the shadows, a tide of rot yearning for the heat they were denied. An horde driven by an insatiable desire, the Undying Horde knows no pity. Their {eyes glow with unholy lust, zombie games their {claws shred through rock. The living tremble before them, for the undead will not be denied.

They are the blight upon this world, a reminder of what awaits all who dare to fall. The Undying Horde marches on, forever thirsty by its own unending hunger.

Rot

In the grim landscape of Rot & Ruin, society dissolves under the relentless assault of creatures of darkness. Once-thriving cities now lie in wreckage, a constant reminder of the horrific power that ravages all who stand against it. Some survivors cling to barely there hope, surviving in the shadows during the constant threat of a gruesome 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 light and dark becomes increasingly uncertain.

Fiends

They slumber in the shadows, twisted things with a taste for warm flesh. Their gaze burn with malice, and their breath brings chill. Beware the moan that echoes in the night, for it heralds the coming of the carnivores.

District of the Dead Rising

The streets are infested with creatures. Each corner holds a surprise. The moon barely penetrates the grimy environment. A chilling howl hangs in the air, punctuated only by the groan of thedead|.

This Final Battle: The Undead Onslaught

The moon hung low in the heavens, casting long, eerie glints across the deserted landscape. Despair clung to the remnants like a fading ember. The perimeter of our fortress stood as the final stand against an horrific tide of zombies. Every opening in the wood screamed with the danger of attack.

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

The struggle raged on, a desperate conflict between light and darkness. Every swing of the axe, 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 end of the world hung in the balance, and we were its last defense.