The Horrors Of the Apocalypse
Project Overview
This fan-made film, set in the world of Project Zomboid, tells the story of four distinct characters—a Soldier, a Serial Killer, a Family Man, and a Housewife—as they struggle to survive in the brutal aftermath of the apocalypse.
Each character carries the weight of their own trauma, shaped by the horrors of the world they now live in. The film delves into their personal journeys, exploring the choices they make in the face of war and chaos, and how those choices define their survival. Will they find a way to heal, or will the apocalypse consume them?
Through a gripping, character-driven narrative, this story paints a raw, emotional portrait of resilience and humanity in a world on the brink of collapse. It’s a journey of survival, sacrifice, and the harsh realities of living in a world where everything is lost, but the fight goes on.
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Personality:
Percenter was a 23-year-old soldier with a strong sense of discipline and responsibility. From a young age, he had always been the kind of person who followed instructions carefully and made sure every task he was given was completed perfectly. His teachers admired his focus, and his friends trusted him to always do the right thing.
Despite his serious side, Percenter was outgoing and had a warm, approachable personality. He had a way of making people feel comfortable around him, and he was the kind of friend you could rely on no matter what. Above all, he was incredibly protective of the people he cared about. Whether it was his family, his friends, or even his fellow soldiers, Percenter would go out of his way to make sure they were safe and looked after. Caring deeply for others wasn’t just something he did—it was who he was at his core.
The moment it all went wrong:
Percenter, a disciplined and battle-hardened soldier, stood guard at the border of Louisville, his posture rigid and eyes sharp as steel. His assignment was clear: patrol the gate and ensure no one crossed under any circumstances. Orders were strict, even violence was authorized if necessary. The day unfolded like any other, the air heavy with an unnatural stillness. Percenter exchanged banter with his fellow guards, their voices carrying a false sense of calm over the quiet hum of the morning. Then, without warning, the unthinkable happened—a nightmare shattering the calm like glass under a hammer.
His trauma:
Cars rumbled toward the border, their engines breaking the uneasy silence. Percenter quickly set his coffee down, heart pounding as he grabbed his rifle and strode hastily toward the gate. His voice rang out, firm and commanding. “THIS AREA IS OFF LIMITS!” he shouted at the people spilling out of their vehicles. A desperate voice rose from the crowd. “Please, sir, there are monsters back there! We can’t go back!” Percenter’s grip on his rifle tightened, but his tone stayed steady. “I’m sorry, but you are not allowed to cross this point.” From somewhere in the throng, another voice lashed out. “YOU CAN’T JUST LEAVE US! Where is your humanity?” The tension rose like a tidal wave, but Percenter didn’t waver. Raising his M16, he fired a warning shot into the air. “EVERYONE NEEDS TO LEAVE THIS POINT NOW. FINAL WARNING!” A man stepped forward, defiance etched into his face. “What are you going to do, shoot us?” Percenter leveled his rifle at the man, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Please, just go. I’m sorry, but you have to leave.” The man froze, his eyes flicking between Percenter and the crowd behind him. Then, with a sudden burst of movement, he charged toward the border. Others followed, emboldened by his act of rebellion. “STAY BACK!” Percenter shouted, his voice cracking with desperation. But the crowd surged forward, deaf to his warnings. His heart raced, his mind spinning as his finger hovered on the trigger. And then—BANG. The shot echoed like a thunderclap. Percenter opened his eyes to a horrifying sight: the man lay bleeding on the ground, life slipping away as the crowd fell silent in shock. For a brief, agonizing moment, the world stood still. Then chaos erupted. Screams filled the air as people rushed the guards, clawing at their rifles in sheer panic. Percenter stumbled back, retreating to the gate. He managed to slam it shut, but in doing so, two of his teammates were trapped outside. He could only watch in horror as they were overwhelmed, their screams swallowed by the chaos. Gunfire erupted like a violent storm, and in the blink of an eye, the border became a battlefield. Percenter stood frozen, witnessing the nightmare unfold—bodies falling, blood pooling, and the echoes of terror reverberating in his ears.
- english
- animation/character
- american
- male adult
- male young adult
- english
(Relaxed) "I don’t get why we’re even stationed out here, there’s nothing but empty roads and dead silence."
(Shouting, direct)"THIS AREA IS OF LIMITS, PLEASE RETURN TO YOUR VEHICLES"
(Almost begging) "Please man, just get in your car and leave" (Shoots this person) (Shocked by his own actions)"I....I..Am so sorry""
Personality:
Richard is a kind businessman who works hard to provide for his family. When times get tough, he stays calm and focused on making sure his loved ones have everything they need. As challenges increase, his protective instincts take over, and he does whatever it takes to keep them safe. However, the pressure forces him to make tough choices that challenge his values. Despite the fear and uncertainty, Richard’s main goal is to keep his family together, even if it means sacrificing his own peace of mind.
The moment it all went wrong:
It was a quiet day at the office when everything went to hell. Richard sat calmly behind his desk, sipping his coffee, when a blood-curdling scream shattered the silence. His heart lurched as he sprang to his feet, rushing toward the sound. “What’s wrong?” he asked, breathless as he reached his coworker. “They… they ARE EATING HIM!” she cried, her face a mask of horror. Richard’s mind raced, his stomach twisting. Confused, he glanced out the window and froze. What he saw almost made him vomit—chaos spread across the streets. People were being torn apart, their screams drowned by the sickening sound of gnawing. The world had shifted into something unrecognizable. His hand shook as he grabbed his phone, dialing his wife. No answer. Panic clawed at his chest, and without a second thought, he bolted from the building. The streets outside were a nightmare—death at every corner, people running in terror, and those… things. He barely managed to dodge one, swinging his briefcase to knock it away, but it barely registered as he kept moving. By the time Richard reached his home, he was gasping for breath, his mind numb with fear. But what he found waiting for him at the door was beyond anything he had ever imagined.
His trauma:
Richard’s heart pounded as he sprinted up to his house, only to freeze at the sight of his front door hanging off its hinges and a shattered window. Fear surged through him as he rushed inside, calling out, “Maggy…?” His voice trembled, but there was no answer. "Maggy, answer me!" His voice grew desperate as he moved cautiously through the darkened house. Then, she appeared. She was standing there, motionless. At first, he thought she was just waiting, but when she turned toward him, his blood ran cold. Half of her face was gone, flesh and bone torn away. Her eyes were vacant, lifeless. "Maggy..." His voice cracked. Without a word, she began to move toward him, arms outstretched, her movements jerky and unnatural. Panic gripped him as he stumbled back, his hands shaking. "No, please!" he shouted, shoving her away. But she kept coming, relentless, her every step a horror. His mind raced, searching for something, anything to stop this nightmare. His eyes landed on a knife on the counter. Hesitation gripped him for a split second—could he really? But then she was on him again, and instinct took over. With one desperate shove, he sent her crashing to the floor. He grabbed the knife, his hands trembling violently as he approached her. There was no other choice. He plunged the blade into her, the sickening sound of it sinking deep into her body. The weight of what he had done hit him all at once. His breath caught in his throat, and he dropped the knife, standing there in shock, unable to comprehend the brutality of it. With his heart racing, he turned and sprinted up the stairs. His children—his innocent children—were hiding in the closet, eyes wide with terror. Without a word, they ran past him, down the stairs, and toward the door. As they stepped over their mother’s lifeless body, Richard cast one last look at the house, the life he’d known, now destroyed. The image of his wife, forever burned into his mind, haunted him. He shoved the door open, and they fled, jumping into their red car. The engine roared to life, and without looking back, Richard drove into the unknown, his world shattered beyond repair.
- english
- american (new york)
- american
- male adult
- english
- english (american)
(After hearing one of his coworkers scream, helpful) Wha- whats wrong?
(Scared, shaking) Maggy? Maggy, answer me! (Seeing her as a zombie) Maggy?....
(After walking past het wife corpse) Am ...(Shaky breath)... am sorry dear.
Personality:
A sadistic serial killer, known only as “The Figure,” lurks in the shadows. A man devoid of emotion, sympathy, or regret. His actions are cold, calculated, and merciless, driven by a darkness no one can comprehend. He has no family, no friends, no connections to the world—he’s a ghost with no past, not even one he remembers himself. All that’s certain is his twisted love for killing... and the chilling truth that he will never stop. Not even an apocalypse
The moment it all went wrong:
“The Figure,” a famous serial killer, was known across Knox County for his brutal murders of twelve people. Now, he sat in a cell at the Rosewood Police Station, waiting to be moved to prison. The room was quiet, except for the faint buzz of the lights above.
Suddenly, a loud noise came from the hallway, breaking the silence. He stood up slowly, calm and steady, his cold eyes scanning the cell.
Then came a gunshot. He didn’t flinch. Another followed, and then another. The chaos was getting closer, but he stayed still, his mind already looking for a way out.
The hallway door creaked open, and a guard staggered toward him. But something was wrong. The man moved strangely, his eyes empty, his steps unsteady. The Figure tilted his head, watching closely as the guard slammed against the bars, snarling and clawing.
Without a word, he reached into his sock and pulled out a small shiv. In one smooth motion, he stabbed the guard in the head. The body dropped to the floor, lifeless.
Calmly, he knelt down and searched the body. His hand found a key. Standing up, he unlocked the cell door and stepped out into the hallway.
No panic. No hesitation. Just a man walking into the chaos, as if it belonged to him.
His trauma:
“The Figure” has no hidden trauma, no tragic backstory—he’s simply always been this way. From a young age, he was a sadistic child, drawn to cruelty without reason or remorse. The apocalypse hasn’t changed him. If anything, it’s given him the perfect stage to thrive, turning the chaos into an ally for his dark nature.
- english
- male young adult
- english (british)
- Cold
- Sadistic
- english
- american
- male adult
- english (american)
- british
(Relaxed, sadistic) The world has gone to shit...... perfect
(Mocking) Whats wrong? Life flashing before your eyes? (Laughs under his breath)
(A quiet, unsettling confidence)Fear is such a waste... it won’t save you. But for me, it’s the most beautiful sound.
Personality:
Rose is a caring and resourceful housewife, always finding clever ways to solve problems. She’s kind and quick to help others, but she’s also strong and knows how to stand up for herself. Beneath her warm personality, she has a deep fear of being left alone. She hides this fear behind a determined and calm attitude, even when things are tough.
The moment it all went wrong:
Rose was folding laundry when the power went out. At first, she thought it was a normal outage. Then, she heard screams outside. Looking through her window, she saw people running down the street, chased by something she couldn’t quite see. Her heart raced when she heard banging on her back door. Grabbing the nearest thing—a fireplace poker—she carefully went to check. That’s when she saw her neighbor, bloody and wild-eyed, trying to break in. It was then she realized life was no longer the same.
Her trauma: While escaping her house, rose ran into her neighbor’s yard, looking for a way out. There, she found Mr. Cole, lying on the ground with his legs badly injured. He was still alive, reaching out to her, his voice weak and desperate. “Help me... please,” he begged, his eyes full of terror. Rose froze, unsure of what to do. Before she could act, the infected swarmed him, tearing into him as he screamed in pain. She couldn’t look away, her body frozen with fear. One of the infected turned to her, its face covered in blood, its empty eyes locking with hers. Snapping out of her shock, she ran as fast as she could, barely escaping as it lunged at her. The sound of Mr. Cole’s screams and the sight of him being torn apart haunt Rose constantly. Every time she closes her eyes, she sees his face and hears his voice. She blames herself for not helping, even though she knows she couldn’t have saved him. Now, even the sound of screams or the sight of blood makes her panic, bringing her back to that horrible moment.
- english
- female adult
- female young adult
- american
- english
(Confused after power going out) Not again, I should really call that stupid company
(Confused after seeing people run) Where are they running to?
(After leaving her neighbour to die) "(Told at a quick pace, almost crying) I'm sorry... I have to go... I'm sorry."
This role is meant for multiple people. Your voice will be use for the following:
Crowd scenes
Small characters
Small groups of people
Distant Shouting
Distant conversations
- english
- dutch
- female teen
- male adult
- all english accents
- male teen
- all american accents
- female adult
- male child
- country american
- northern european
- texan
- generic southern
- female child
- southern european
- dutch english
(Desperate)"YOU CAN’T JUST LEAVE US! Where is your humanity?"
(Confused, talking to somebody) "So what? We are supposed to sit here and wait?"
(Fill in your own emotion :D)"I heard something about a rescue, am not sure do"
You will be making some short animations
- dutch
- english
- blender
*Say something you think would fit*
"You will be designing the thumbnails for the video and will be creating the logos."
- english
- dutch
*Say something you think would fit*
"You will help me write some scenarios that will happen and how they will be portrayed. I recommend having some knowledge of the game Project Zomboid to understand what is possible and what isn't.
- dutch
- english
*Say something you think would fit*
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