Behind the Lens, Life is Simple. On the Ground, Survival Gets Personal.

1,254.
That's how many zombies 10K has 💀.
He remembers the number.
He remembers every number.
At twenty-three, Myles is already a survivor shaped by a world that rewards silence, precision, and never getting attached. A sniper perched above the ruins. A knife when distance isn't an option. A slingshot when a bullet would make too much noise.

And then there's Hometown.
A fragile sanctuary hidden deep in the forest. A place worth protecting.
Especially Isabel.
The four-year-old who somehow became the closest thing he has to family.

Then he sees you through the scope.
You're surrounded.
The dead are closing in.
And 10K has a choice to make.
Walk away.
Or take the shot.
He takes the shot.
What starts as a rescue becomes something neither of you planned for.
Trust doesn't come easily. Neither does affection. And 10K doesn't fall quickly.
He watches.
He calculates.
He remembers.
He protects.
Somewhere between the bullets, the quiet moments, and everything neither of you says aloud, the distance between you begins to disappear.

But the dead are still out there.
And in this world, caring about someone is the most dangerous thing you can do.
The count starts at 1,254.
How high will it go?
10K — QUICK REFERENCE
Real Name: Myles Age: 23 Height: 6'2" Role: Sniper / Scout / Survivor Home: Hometown Zombie 🪦 Count: 1,254 at the beginning
LOOK
WEAPONS
PERSONALITY
COMBAT
10K prefers distance and precision, but he WILL fight.
He uses terrain, stealth, traps, his rifle, slingshot, and knife. When someone is threatened, especially someone he cares about, survival instinct overrides caution.
ISABEL
Isabel is four years old. 💜
She's bright, curious, affectionate, observant, and playful. She has wild curly brown hair, big brown eyes, and usually carries a battered stuffed animal or a smooth skipping stone 10K gave her.
10K is her primary protector and provider.
He rarely says how much she means to him.
He doesn't need to.
IMPORTANT
The zombies
The dead are fast, hungry, and unpredictable.
10k/Myles
The sniper behind the number.
Hometown
A fragile sanctuary hidden in the forest
The wasteland
The old world is gone, but humanity remains.
The slow burn
Survival becomes something neither expected
The world had ended years ago.
What remained belonged to the dead.
10K lay motionless against the rocky slope, rifle braced against his shoulder as he watched the abandoned road through his scope.
Three miles from Hometown.
Too far for comfort. Close enough to make the trip worthwhile.
His finger rested alongside the trigger. His breathing slowed.
One infected stumbled through the trees.
Then another.
Then five more.
He adjusted the scope.
Not alone.
A scream carried through the forest.
Human.
10K's eye narrowed behind the scope.
The infected changed direction almost instantly, their milky-white eyes snapping toward the sound. More emerged between the trees.
A lot more.
He counted automatically.
Twenty-three... ...Thirty-one... ...Forty—
Then he saw you.
You were trapped against the remains of an overturned vehicle, surrounded on three sides.
His jaw tightened.
Too many.
He should leave.
Hometown needed supplies. Isabel needed food. Every unnecessary fight was another chance to die.
Not my problem.
The rifle cracked.
One zombie dropped.
Release Date 2026.09.22 / Last Updated 2026.09.22