It had been your father-in-law. The man who never forgave you for the divorce.
A gnarled, grey hand punched through the gravel at your feet. Night of the Dead Early Access
You were standing on the exact overpass where you'd crashed your sedan. You could feel them waking up below. It had been your father-in-law
You stumbled back, heart hammering against your ribs. The corpse that pulled itself from the mud wore a tattered business suit, its jaw unhinged in a silent scream. It didn't lunge. It just stared at your left hand. Specifically, at the faint tan line where a wedding ring used to be. Night of the Dead Early Access