Stupid-Zombies
Control
Alone against the ravenous undead, every shot counts—hold the line as snarling waves of rotting flesh claw toward you. Conserve ammo, aim true, and fight with everything you’ve got; once that final bullet’s spent, the horde won’t stop. Survive.
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The brain-munchers are swarming again, and it’s your trigger finger standing between survival and the apocalypse. Ammo’s scarce—no room for wasted shots. Outsmart the horde by mixing standard rounds, split-shot bursts, buckshot spreads, and well-timed explosives across 960 waves of relentless undead. One survivor. One modified scattergun. A planet overrun by rotting idiots who never learned to quit.
