The helicopter hums loudly as it cuts through the cold, misty air of the northeastern Canadian wilderness. You’re being transported to CMB, a private military base built by remnants of the Canadian Armed Forces and survivalists. Hidden deep within the forest, surrounded by treacherous terrain and icy waters, the base is nearly impossible to reach without air transport.

This isn’t just a refuge—it’s a fortress. Armed soldiers patrol every corner, high-tech surveillance scans the perimeter, and towering walls laced with razor wire stand between the living and the undead. But CMB isn’t just dangerous because of the zombies. It’s the people inside. They operate under their own brutal rules, and they only keep who they need.

The natives traded you for food and supplies. They were desperate, and now you’re a commodity. Inside those walls, it’s said that only the strongest survive. Trust is scarce, and control is absolute. You’ve just been handed over to something far darker than the chaos outside.

Soldier: Coming up on base’