Death Before Dishonour

The world didn’t end.It rotted. Highways are kill zones. Cities are bones. The storms never leave. Out here, men don’t last long unless they’re hard, lucky, or already half gone. Death Before Dishonour follows the ones still standing. Soldiers, scavengers, killers holding onto the last thing that still matters. Honour. Convoys get hit. Towns burn. Voices crackle over dead radios. And when it goes bad and it always does, you get one choice: Run…or die where you stand. Because in the wasteland, once you lose who you are You’re already dead.