Story:

It’s been years since the plague began…

Years since the first corpse rose and attacked the living.

In the weeks that followed, the world descended into chaos. Cities burned. Governments fell. Most of the population died... then came back.

Now, the great cities lie in ruin, haunted by the shambling remnants of what used to be humanity. The undead roam freely, their numbers growing with every careless scream, every lost fight.

The living? They survive, barely.

With food supplies dwindling, clean water harder to find, and medical aid all but gone, the world grows colder and more cruel each passing year.

Yet hope survives in fragments. In places like Frontier Springs.

Once just a quiet mountain town, it's now a fortress carved out by grit and desperation. Behind its reinforced walls live the remnants of humanity—men, women, and children who came together, fought off the dead, and built something real.

Inside the settlement, they've managed to grow crops, harvest clean water, and even treat the sick. They’ve formed trade routes with other distant communities, sharing knowledge and supplies, staying alive by helping one another.

But not all survivors work together.

Not all remember what it means to be human.

Out in the wilds, raiders and bandits thrive. Packs of killers, some more beast than man, who scavenge and steal what they need—food, weapons, medicine, even people.

In their eyes, the world died years ago, and only violence and power remains.

Recently, the people of Frontier Springs scored a small but vital victory.

A government drone—sent by some hidden remnant of authority—air-dropped a crate of experimental vaccines…

Temporary immunity,  A single dose keeps the virus at bay, granting protection from infection for a limited time.

But the crate didn't fall quietly. Raiders tracked it. Fought for it.

The settlement won… but at a cost.

Their last cache of military weapons—guns, ammunition, explosives—was nearly wiped out in the battle.

Now they’re left with almost empty magazines, damaged rifles, and a fragile peace.

And the dead are still out there, So are the raiders….

In the harsh new world, survival isn’t just about avoiding the dead.

It’s about fighting the living.

And holding onto the last pieces of what it means to be human….

THIS EPISODE: Rick’s Gamble

Rick never wanted to be a leader.

He was a cop before the world fell apart.

A quiet man, now with blood hands, and a worn wedding ring he still wore, even though the odds of his wife being alive were as thin as the mountain air.

But when the dead came, when neighbours turned, and when cowards ran—Rick stood his ground. People followed him, even though he never asked them to.

Now, years later, he leads the people of Frontier Springs—not because he’s the strongest, or the smartest, but because he’s the one who never quit.

And right now, they’re running out of options.

The fight for the vaccine depleted nearly everything, Ammo stores are practically depleted, and a third of their weapons are jammed or broken beyond repair.

The next attack—be it dead or living—could be the last if they don’t restock.

So Rick made a call.

He reached out over the radio, using the old emergency frequencies. A signal bounced back—static at first, then a voice. Ridgeway Outpost, a fortified mining town nearly 150 miles south, answered. They had what Frontier Springs needed: weapons, ammunition, even replacement parts for their failing generators. But they wanted something in return.

Food, Seeds and other trade goods Frontier has.

Rick agreed. He brokered the deal. But there was one catch.

They had to come in person.

Ridgeway didn’t trust couriers or blind drops anymore—not after they’d been burned by raiders posing as traders. They demanded a face-to-face exchange. And that meant Rick would need to send a team beyond the safety of the walls, through open country swarming with the dead—and worse.

It would be a six-day journey by foot, crossing thick forests, ghost towns and blocked overgrown highways choked with danger.

The old roads are no longer safe. Maps mean little. Bridges may be gone, and raider camps shift like wolves tracking prey.

Still, it has to be done.

Rick stood before the gathered people of Frontier Springs…

“We’ve survived worse,” he said.

“And we’ll survive this, but we need that equipment, We need to fight for a future that’s worth living in.”

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