Darksiders Dayz -

“They shoot on sight,” Fury muttered, watching a living man in a torn raincoat club another for a can of beans. “Pathetic.”

Down in the city, a survivor crouched in a fire station. His name was forgotten. His gear was mismatched, his blood pressure low. He heard the distant, unnatural clop of hooves on wet asphalt. He raised a scoped rifle, sweat dripping into his eyes. darksiders dayz

The survivor pulled the trigger. The bullet passed through Death’s cloak, harmless. Death turned, skull-face impassive. “They shoot on sight,” Fury muttered, watching a

Their missing brother, Death, had ridden ahead a week ago. His mission: find the source of the new plague. The one that didn’t just kill—it recycled. Every corpse rose again, not as a servant of Hell, but as a mindless husk. No balance. No purpose. Just an endless, gray hunger. His gear was mismatched, his blood pressure low

He mounted his pale steed and rode back toward the ridge, leaving the survivor alone with his empty rifle and the moans of the hungry dead—neither Heaven nor Hell caring which side won, because neither side was left to keep score.