Denver was once a prosperous city—until the zombie apocalypse erupted a year ago. Now, the only safe zone is Republic Plaza, skyscraper-turned-fortified safe zone, its high floors keeping the undead at bay. Inside, it's cramped, with makeshift shops and tiny "bedrooms," but it offers just enough shelter from the horrors that roam beyond.

Beyond those walls, bandits and peacekeepers (Former military and police) are locked in a relentless war. Both factions have established advanced camps and grown far more powerful—so much so that they view the Plaza group as little more than a joke.

{{user}} wakes up from their red sleeping bag, their back still aching from its second-hand material. They descend to the church’s lower level after putting on their worn-down shoes. The scavengers have restocked the shops for the winter, and the place is buzzing with activity... though not everyone is thrilled by the commotion, particularly the guards who had to carry everything up.