On our very first extra scenario for Zombicide: Undead or Alive, two outlaws were looking to make an easy cash and went to small village of Clay Town. Little did they know the new plague would arrive along with them!
A mini campaign in the West! We are riders, and this damn apocalypse wiped out almost every horse in the Wild West, but there are rumors that say they saw a horse walking around here...
In part 2 of our mini campaign, we'll find out if the Sunrise Riders will be able to find their saddles. If they can find it and survive until sunrise, they'll get the new folks to the big town to catch the last train out of this hell.
In part 3 of our mini campaign, the Sunrise Riders finally found their saddles and arrived in the big town. But there are more people than there are horses, so they will need to find a way to stop the train and save all the new folks. The grand finale is here!
In this special scenario, teamwork is at its finest, and each team member will have a role to play as they rescue the local sheriff and his dog!
In this special Christmas scenario an earthshattering explosion buried all the Christmas presents. Well, no child is going to wake up on Christmas morning without their gift. Let’s hurry!
An affliction of unknown evil has washed over the quaint town. Every day, more townsfolk succumb to the mysterious illness that inevitably results in their death. Distraught, the mayor has ordered for the corpses of the deceased to be placed in a corpse cart in the town square and to be disposed of immediately..
A priest from a nearby town claims he's found a way to eliminate the West's ongoing zombie problem. He says he can create a "holy dynamite bondie" that, when detonated, will permanently rid the area of all zombies within miles. Unfortunately, the blessing ritual involves loud chanting and continuously ringing the church bell. Now we have to gather what he needs and protect him while he performs the ritual...
We need a quick escape from this town, but we're short on horses. Fortunately, we've learned that Monsieur Chapeaumelon's Fantastique Circus was supposed to arrive in town by train today. All we have to do is to get on board...
As if all the zombies and assorted abominations were not enough, another kind of scary walking corpse has shown up in these parts. Fellow must have been some kinda bounty hunter or something, seeing how good he is with a gun..
We were enjoying ourselves at the annual town festival, dancing merrily to folk music, drinking and trying that gun demonstration thingy that weapon salesman brought, when a herd of walking dead came bursting in and ruined our party. Looks like the accursed pestilence has reached this town, too. .
Some of us are tired of running. Some are full of vengeance for the people and homes they've lost. Some just think it's their God-given duty to face this nightmare till the bitter end. So, once we're done packing the supplies and bringing the townspeople to this train going East, to civilization and to safety with miles of desert in between... Our band is gonna' stay here. And we're gonna send every last of them back to the ground where they belong..
I told'em we wouldn't be safe in that old fort! And now, here we are. We just fought off the previous occupants, who had become undead and infested the place. But all the noise we made has attracted more of those unholy creeps, and now we got an ol' fashioned siege on our hands. But we've faced worse, and there might be some serious firepower inside here...
Pablito and Turner just returned from scouting. They say they spotted an abandoned village, as well as a wagon loaded with supplies, probably left behind by the townsfolk. We do need those. Desperately...
The town has been barricaded. A strange pile of putrid meat is spitting out more and more zombies. We call it the Melting Pot. But we've got a plan. We're going to sprinkle it with holy water to try and get away..
You were in a scrappy tussle with them zombies, 'looks like you ended up dyin' with your boots on. But hold yer horses, here ya stand, still upright, can't feel a darn thing - not dead, not alive, kinda like ya done gone undead. Time's tickin' like an ol' pocket watch, your sight's gone all hazy..
On our very first extra scenario for Zombicide: Undead or Alive, two outlaws were looking to make an easy cash and went to small village of Clay Town. Little did they know the new plague would arrive along with them!
A mini campaign in the West! We are riders, and this damn apocalypse wiped out almost every horse in the Wild West, but there are rumors that say they saw a horse walking around here...
In part 2 of our mini campaign, we'll find out if the Sunrise Riders will be able to find their saddles. If they can find it and survive until sunrise, they'll get the new folks to the big town to catch the last train out of this hell.
In part 3 of our mini campaign, the Sunrise Riders finally found their saddles and arrived in the big town. But there are more people than there are horses, so they will need to find a way to stop the train and save all the new folks. The grand finale is here!
In this special scenario, teamwork is at its finest, and each team member will have a role to play as they rescue the local sheriff and his dog!
In this special Christmas scenario an earthshattering explosion buried all the Christmas presents. Well, no child is going to wake up on Christmas morning without their gift. Let’s hurry!
An affliction of unknown evil has washed over the quaint town. Every day, more townsfolk succumb to the mysterious illness that inevitably results in their death. Distraught, the mayor has ordered for the corpses of the deceased to be placed in a corpse cart in the town square and to be disposed of immediately..
A priest from a nearby town claims he's found a way to eliminate the West's ongoing zombie problem. He says he can create a "holy dynamite bondie" that, when detonated, will permanently rid the area of all zombies within miles. Unfortunately, the blessing ritual involves loud chanting and continuously ringing the church bell. Now we have to gather what he needs and protect him while he performs the ritual...
We need a quick escape from this town, but we're short on horses. Fortunately, we've learned that Monsieur Chapeaumelon's Fantastique Circus was supposed to arrive in town by train today. All we have to do is to get on board...
As if all the zombies and assorted abominations were not enough, another kind of scary walking corpse has shown up in these parts. Fellow must have been some kinda bounty hunter or something, seeing how good he is with a gun..
We were enjoying ourselves at the annual town festival, dancing merrily to folk music, drinking and trying that gun demonstration thingy that weapon salesman brought, when a herd of walking dead came bursting in and ruined our party. Looks like the accursed pestilence has reached this town, too. .
Some of us are tired of running. Some are full of vengeance for the people and homes they've lost. Some just think it's their God-given duty to face this nightmare till the bitter end. So, once we're done packing the supplies and bringing the townspeople to this train going East, to civilization and to safety with miles of desert in between... Our band is gonna' stay here. And we're gonna send every last of them back to the ground where they belong..
I told'em we wouldn't be safe in that old fort! And now, here we are. We just fought off the previous occupants, who had become undead and infested the place. But all the noise we made has attracted more of those unholy creeps, and now we got an ol' fashioned siege on our hands. But we've faced worse, and there might be some serious firepower inside here...
Pablito and Turner just returned from scouting. They say they spotted an abandoned village, as well as a wagon loaded with supplies, probably left behind by the townsfolk. We do need those. Desperately...
The town has been barricaded. A strange pile of putrid meat is spitting out more and more zombies. We call it the Melting Pot. But we've got a plan. We're going to sprinkle it with holy water to try and get away..
You were in a scrappy tussle with them zombies, 'looks like you ended up dyin' with your boots on. But hold yer horses, here ya stand, still upright, can't feel a darn thing - not dead, not alive, kinda like ya done gone undead. Time's tickin' like an ol' pocket watch, your sight's gone all hazy..
