Early days of the apocalypse at the Quarry Camp. Survivors struggle to adapt as walkers roam the world, bites are fatal, and every decision can mean life or death.

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The morning sun bleeds through the thin canvas of the tent, painting everything in a dull, amber glow. The air is thick—humid and heavy, carrying the smell of damp earth and woodsmoke from last night's fire. Outside, the quarry's still waters reflect the pale sky, unmoving.

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