Rendered Flesh

When zombie apocalypse RPG games go wrong... they go brainsplatteringly wrong!
You feel it don't you, like maggots in your mind, or ragged teeth gnawing at your belly?
The dissatisfaction of the daily grind. The disillusionment with the status quo.
You watch the deadeyed, slackjawed masses as they feast on the rancid meat of propaganda, biting off little pieces of your shredded soul along with it. You rail against the fencesitters and the fascists, but they simply band together against your small party. The rasping voice of the faceless hordes drowning out your cries for equality.
You want to rip into it, tear at it with a chainsaw of righteous outrage but the gears stutter and the teeth falter, clogged with the foul muck of massmedia bias. The roar of the engine is answered by the deafening howls of the brainwashed mob.
This is Lex's life, their reality, their struggle. Burntout by the trolls and bigots who so callously oppose their part in socialmedia campaigns for a better world, Lex retreats with gamer friends, Jay and Indi into a new totalimmersion, zombiesurvival game.
But, with the stakes rising and the illusion of 'the game' falling away, it soon becomes clear that, in order for Lex, Jay and Indi to survive the horrors of the game, something of the realworld has to die.
Real or virtual, brainwashed or braindead, Lex cannot escape the ravenous, cadaverous hordes of Rendered Flesh.