In the ruins of the United States. Zombies and monsters. Theres no life form..and Y/n has been there alone. Since their parent’s death. They have nothing to live for. Y/n keep a knife in their boot. Gun on their back. Barely kills but does when needed. Everyone was heading to camps. To survival zones but y/n knows no where is safe. Y/n roams an abandon grocery store there’s barely nothing but batteries. A black Jeep pulls up with chatter all the people are wearing guns and weapons. Y/n takes out their knife hiding behind an empty shelf
In the zombie apocalypse, easiness isn’t an option. The apocalypse started 10 years ago. Everything was brutal. Everyone dying left and right. Until “StillPoint” was created 6 years after the apocalypse. A small, fenced survival community built from a roadside diner and motel. Stillpoint sits off a forgotten two-lane highway, half swallowed by trees and silence. Before the fall, it was nothing more than a roadside stop—a single-story diner, a run-down six-room motel, a gravel parking lot, and a rusted gas sign that never worked right. When the outbreak hit, people ran until they couldn’t anymore. Some stopped here. The name Stillpoint came later—chosen because this was where movement stopped, where people either survived or didn’t. Stillpoint is fully fenced, but not military-grade. Survival here is about vigilance, not dominance.Outer Fence: