Project Silverfish Trust no one, survive everything

The Exclusion Zone is a living sandbox, not a theme park. Factions of scavengers, soldiers and zealots roam it, fight each other over loot, trade with you or shoot on sight depending on how you have treated them. Anomalies spawn unpredictably, neutral horrors wander in and attack whoever is closest, and a quiet stretch of road can turn into a three-way firefight without warning. You pick your route, pick your fights and live with both. Some anomalies twist reality in ways that look genuinely wrong, all strange light and particles in a world of simple shapes, which makes them feel like errors the world should not allow.

Contracts here do not come with a glowing marker. The map itself is just a picture of the world, with no "you are here" icon, so you learn the zone by walking it. You trace the paths of other explorers, dig through cold-war era dungeons and piece together secrets about your people's origins and humanity's extinction. A camera helps: photograph what you find, pin it in your journal, write your own notes. Nobody else is keeping records down here.