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WHAT IS CRAZ OUTBREAK?
Action, shooter, zombie, survival, defense – all bundled up together in one zombastic package!
CraZ Outbreak is where you make your way through the city, surviving each night behind barricades. You fight through varied environments, against unique zombies using your ever improving skills to help you survive the levels.
Your city was overwhelmed by a zombie outbreak. The only survivors were the ones who fled from the city very early on. The virus was very aggressive. It spread really fast, and evolved equally fast. Human beings turned into mindless, aggressive monsters. The city was walled off, with plans to nuke the virus out.
Something makes you return. A lone human among the undead, you search for something. You fight your way through the ruins. You barricade yourself at nights, fend off the hordes with your only weapon – your trusty pistol. You learn new skills, polish old ones and gain expertise in some. The zombies you encounter get faster, stronger and bigger each night. You know you can’t afford to rest. You can not afford to lose. You can not afford to die.
+ NO ads
+ NO in-app purchases
+ Absolutely FREE
+ Great cartoony graphics
+ Fast action gameplay
+ 8 unique skills to level up
+ 28 levels to fight through
+ Achievements (both offline & google play)
+ Good catchy music and sounds (ability to mute the game)
+ Runs smooth even on older devices and older versions of Android
You still haven’t started the download, have you? Here you go. Go ahead, click on it.
And when you do play it, please don’t forget to leave a rating and feedback on the Play store. It will provide immense help toward popularizing my game. Thank you!
It had been over a day now since I had last seen one of them. Where were they? Obviously, they no longer possessed the brainsss to hide, plan or play a waiting game. So they had either left for fleshier pastures or were all dead (again?). I was paranoid about being lucky and I wanted to be sure about their whereabouts.
So here I was standing on the roof of an arcade gaming plaza. We had lined up the outside of the store with gas cans scavenged from a nearby gas station. We had packed the inside of the store with some propane tanks, gas cans and plenty of boxes of nails and makeshift shrapnel from the hardware store. We stocked the basement of the store with all the propane tanks we could scavenge from around the block. We had dragged a diesel generator onto the roof and had plugged it into the gaming consoles downstairs. We had lined the outside of the store with speakers and strobe lights.
Kim and I walked. Nowhere in particular. We didn’t have a plan and I decided we should have one. So I gave it a thought or two.
What would other survivors like us do? Would they try to barricade and try holding out? Unlikely. After all, how many days could you hide before you ran out of supplies. And we still didn’t know how many days (or heaven forbid months) these walking dead could survive starvation. The survivors would likely head to a place where supplies would last them a long time.
A lone survivor would already have a great deal of courage, resilience and awesome luck to go with a stock of supplies and possibly a weapon. Multiply all of that a hundred times and it gives you a fight-back and surviving chance like no other. A place that could sustain more than a handful or survivors would be the ideal location.
The more I gave it a thought, the more one survival tip came to mind.
I had decided on abandoning the search for a bigger & badder weapon. The cricket bat in my hand should suffice for most cases and for the extreme ones I would have to rely on my limbs. Definitely not the upper ones (unless it was a zombie mosquito). But I do run fast, faster than the zombies at least.
With renewed determination (or was it hunger), I walked briskly in search of a grocery store. Ten minutes of walking got me my first smile of the day. Far away at a distance, I recognized the familiar stone building with the big bold WALMART brandishing the blue billboard. In my joy, I almost jogged my way there, before slowing down in the parking lot. Walmart had food and had plenty of it. By now, the store had either turned into a feasting ground for those zombies or a safe haven for survivors. It could very well play out both ways, the only surety was that it would not turn out empty.
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I was really hungry. My growling stomach made sure I didn’t forget that. I should head towards the nearest grocery store and entertain a very slim chance of finding some food that wasn’t spoiled yet. While at that, I should start praying I do not encounter any more infected between now and the time I finish eating. Fat chance at that though.
The fracturing bat in my hand reminded me that I was without a good weapon. Maybe getting hold of one should be a higher priority. I didn’t want to be craving brains by the time I got to the grocery store now, did I? I could always go on a food raid after arming myself with a good weapon. This brought me to the next tip for survival.
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