The world didn't end in fire. It ended in the green.
A mutant fungal strain swept through civilization in weeks. Cities fell silent. Then the green came — vines splitting concrete, spores drifting like snow, moss swallowing every surface. What remains is breathtaking and deadly.
You are a survivor in this infected paradise. The ruins are your arsenal — forge crossbows, blades, and explosives from scrap. The streets are your battlefield — lay tripwire bombs, spike plates, and oil traps to shred the infected hordes before they reach your gates. The vehicles are your lifeline — weld armor plating, mount flamethrowers, and rig UV arrays onto rusted trucks to punch through fungal blockades.
But the greatest threat isn't always outside. At your quarantine checkpoint, every new arrival could carry the bloom inside them. Scan them. Test them. And when the results come back wrong — make the call no one wants to make.
Build your settlement. Fortify your walls. Form alliances or betray them. In this beautiful world, everything wants you dead.