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The dead were coming. And now, they all knew your name.

"We have to get to the old cinema," she whispered, her breath fogging in the cold. "Forty-seven people died there in a fire in 1982. They're all ash. They can't rise from ash." Night of the Dead Early Access

Elara saw it. Her face went pale. "You've been marked." The dead were coming

It had been six months since the "Stitching," as the survivors called it. Not a virus. Not a bite. One night, every corpse on Earth—from the embalmed patriarch in his mahogany casket to the unmarked pauper in a shallow grave—simply stood up . "Forty-seven people died there in a fire in 1982

It had been your father-in-law. The man who never forgave you for the divorce.

You sprinted. Behind you, a dozen more hands punched through the rain-soaked earth—the forgotten dead of the interstate pile-up, each one with a memory, each one with a score to settle.

Then, from the direction of the city, came a sound like a thousand wet fingers drumming on a thousand coffins.