Survival Horror

What do all undead have in common...across all genres and stories? The obvious answer is they are dead. It’s just how they became zombies that varies. Zombies are also gruesome, bloodthirsty killing machines, even if some of these machines are more efficient than others. Another commonality is that all undead have an insatiable appetite for human flesh, even if this flesh does them no good and most of it just falls out of their mouths or assorted holes in their bodies. Further, all undead are in various states of decay or damage. But, whether bloodied, broken, or rotting, the undead’s ...

Vicent es un adolescente de clase alta muy acostumbrado a hacer lo que le viene en gana. Su padre siente que ha perdido todo control sobre él y toma una medida radical: enviarlo a unos campamentos exclusivos, famosos entre la élite por su éxito en reeducación de jóvenes conflictivos. Pronto Vicent comprueba sus métodos, cuando le hacen pasar horas encerrado en un cuartito donde apenas cabe y no puede moverse. Poco a poco se irá adaptando a un mundo malsano de disciplina cruel y extrema.

I assure you, we're still alive and open! It was just another day at the convenience store that Alisha works at,until the CDC broadcasts that people are turning into zombies… Alisha's boss won’t let her go home because he thinks the zombie apocalypse is a hoax. But when her co-worker Francine goes missing, Alisha knows its only a matter of time before the zombies come for her. All Alisha really wants to do is ride out the zombie apocalypse with the hot guy who works across the street at the rival convenience store, but if she’s not careful, she’ll get eaten or become a zombie herself.

El Vicent és un adolescent de classe alta molt acostumat a fer el que vol. El seu pare sent que ha perdut tot control sobre ell i pren una mesura radical: enviar-lo a uns campaments exclusius, famosos entre l'elit pel seu èxit en reeducació de joves conflictius. En Vicent comprova ben aviat els seus mètodes, quan el fan passar hores tancat en un quartet on a penes hi cap i no pot ni moure's