Dead Waters

Aboard the Mariner's Dream, the atmosphere was thick with the scent of salt and decay, a haunting reminder of the world that had been left behind. The vessel, once a proud cruise liner, now served as a floating fortress for the few survivors who dared to call it home. The echoes of laughter and music had been replaced by the quiet whispers of fear and uncertainty as they navigated the endless expanse of water. Every wave that crashed against the hull seemed to carry with it the memories of a past life, reminding them of the normalcy that had been stripped away in the wake of the undead uprising.