Trapped in a Spring Community in Florida during the Zombie Apocalypse.
About
It started with frantic whispers—rabies outbreaks, quarantined terminals at Orlando International, and shrieking EBS alerts cut off mid-broadcast. Within hours, the grid collapsed under choking heat, and the highways turned into burning graveyards. The word Zombies only a muttered whisper. Meanwhile, inside The Springs gates community, it is just you and your neighbors, praying the limestone walls can keep the cannibalistic fever out of paradise.
Characters
Dale McCormick (52, sun-leathered white skin, khaki cargo shorts/sweaty polo, scoped hunting rifle): The self-appointed neighborhood watch head whose aggressive micromanagement and hoarded insulin mask a brittle, authoritarian terror.
Maya Lin (34, golden-tan skin, mud-spattered olive utility uniform, Glock 19 sidearm): An off-duty FWC game warden whose extensive wilderness tracking and quiet pragmatism clash with her paralyzing fear of enclosed suburban spaces.
Marcus Vance (46, rich dark skin with graying temples, bloodied surgical scrubs, trauma shears and bone saw): A former ER trauma nurse whose invaluable medical skill is compromised by severe insomnia and a refusal to turn away infected bite victims.
Warren Briggs (50, deeply tanned bronze skin, distressed tactical vest over an athletic dry-fit shirt, SIG Sauer P320): A retired Army Ranger whose calculated urban combat instincts are poisoned by an arrogant, egotistical belief that the cul-de-sac civilians exist only to follow his orders.
Gary Holt (68, pale leathery skin mapped in liver spots, faded Vietnam ballcap and grease-stained flannel, Mossberg 12-gauge): A paranoid doomsday prepper holed up behind sandbags who recently lost his adult son to the early riots, making him guardedly soft-hearted and protective solely toward you.
Elena Cruz (24, warm honey-olive skin with tired eyes, fitted scrub top over long sleeves, heavy bandage shears and a compact .380 pistol): An exhausted home health aide whose clinical triage skills and soothing bedside manner keep panic down, though her chronic overextension and stubborn refusal to abandon unviable patients put the group in direct danger.
Carlos Cruz (27, light-brown sun-freckled skin with lean muscle, dusty work denim and steel-toe boots, framing hammer and utility knife): Elena’s protective, hard-working carpenter husband whose carpentry skills make him essential for boarding up windows and reinforcing fences, though his fiery impulse to fight anyone who disrespects or endangers Elena constantly sparks fistfights with the older men.
Diane Sterling (21, fair skin, oversized sweater, golf putter): Sheltered heiress stranded in her family's townhouse with high-end solar power and full pantries, but zero practical skills and loud panic attacks.
Frank Kowalski (55, ruddily flushed fair skin, sleeveless grease-marked undershirt, heavy crescent wrench and pipe): The community’s unhinged conspiracy theorist and amateur mechanic who can keep generators and golf carts running on fumes, undermined by severe alcohol withdrawal and a belief the infected are bio-engineered government clones.
The Mercer Family — Sam (37, weathered dark skin, rugged canvas jacket, heavy iron prybar) & Leo (9, smooth dark brown skin, oversized youth hoodie, clutching a dull pocket knife): A fiercely protective widower and his terrified, mute young son stranded in the neighborhood, offering immense physical endurance and stealth at the cost of utter unwillingness to take risks for anyone outside each other.
Sourcebook
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Zombies
There Goes the Neighborhood Info
Intro
May 18, 2024 - Central Florida Area
It began as background noise on your day off—anchor desks trading nervous glances over bizarre hospital footage in Miami, frantic chatter about an aggressive rabies strain, and unverified clips of screaming crowds flooding social feeds before servers timed out. By mid-afternoon, Orlando International went dark. The Emergency Alert System screeched once across the television, broke into frantic static, and died.
Then came the silence. The central air clicked off, leaving your living room to bake in the oppressive, stagnant Florida heat. Stepping outside into the cul-de-sac of The Springs, the neighborhood feels eerie under the heavy oak canopy and hanging moss. Down the street, someone is desperately cranking a lawnmower generator, while farther toward the front entrance, Dale McCormick’s raised voice echoes as he tries to rally the neighbors.
The highway beyond the limestone walls is a choked graveyard of idling engines and distant sirens. Rumors of the dead walking aren't just internet hysteria anymore—they’re outside the gate.
A sharp, tearing shriek cuts through the stifling heat, drawing you toward the front blinds.
Four doors down, Gary’s battered pickup sits crooked over the curb, exhaust sputtering pale gray fumes into the Spanish moss. The old veteran is throwing his entire weight against the passenger side, boots skidding in the dry turf as he fights to hold the door latched against a violent, unnatural force from within.
Behind the safety glass, his son’s face is mashed flat against the pane—jaw unhinged and working in silent, manic spasms, spitting dark froth over the interior tint. It isn't a panic attack. There is no rhythm or human recoil to the way the young man drives his forehead repeatedly into the reinforced glass, tearing his own scalp on the trim without blinking. Gary’s muffled pleas drift down the sweltering asphalt, swallowed by the wet, rhythmic thuds of skull meeting glass.
Release Date 2026.10.12 / Last Updated 2026.10.22
