Stupid-Zombies
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The world’s last breath is yours alone—a lone survivor staring down a ravenous tide of rotting flesh and snapping jaws. Your finger trembles on the trigger as the horde shambles closer, a wall of guttural snarls and clawing hands. Bullets are scarce, time scarcer. Every shot must tear through skulls, drop bodies, buy seconds. Miss, and the swarm closes in. Hesitate, and teeth find your throat. The cracks of gunfire echo like a death toll—your ammo dwindles, but the dead keep coming, relentless, endless. This isn’t a fight for victory. It’s a desperate dance with extinction. How long before your magazine clicks empty… and the feast begins?
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They’re back – the mindless horde you’ve crushed before – and this time, survival’s not about luck. You’re the final stand between humanity and a planet overrun by rotting teeth and hollow groans. Every bullet, grenade, split-shot, and buckshot counts in this grind, with 960 waves of decaying meat hungry for your guts. No second chances. No resupply drops. Just you, that trusty shotgun, and a simple rule: waste ammo, and you become tomorrow’s hot meal. Adapt or die. Shoot smarter, not harder. The last living trigger finger wins.
