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They Do Not Need to Breathe I swear on my life, we sank the boat. They shouldn’t be here. They shouldn’t be here. Many years ago, when the first signs of the Blight appeared, the people of Faulmoor sought ways to contain it. They thought water would be i...

The Starving Dead They leapt from the shadows, hitting us like starving beasts. Their ferocity wasn’t human—it was primal, desperate. I watched as one tackled a companion to the ground, jaws snapping wildly. Avoid letting them close the distance at all cost...

Death Comes Bursting At first, we mistook it for another of the countless pitiful shamblers that infest the marsh. It lurched toward us, stumbling through knee-deep muck, its bloated form swaying grotesquely, limbs swollen beyond recognition. We joked nervo...

Decay from Within It wasn't an attack—not at first. It began as a convulsion, the corpse doubled over, chest heaving like bellows stoking an unseen furnace. Then its jaw snapped open, and that burning, foul liquid spewed forth, melting through wood, steel, ...