Welcome to Roads Not Taken!

In the aftermath of a viral pandemic, named for the way it has spread throughout the world, society has been set ablaze and the remnants of humanity, scattered like ash in the wind, fight for survival in a desolate landscape overrun by the walking dead. Amidst the chaos, individuals emerge and band together on an unlikely journey of survival and self-discovery as they travel across America.

"Roads Not Taken" is a story of survivors and their travels. Episodes deal with daily struggles (finding gas, scrounging up supplies, waiting out a storm), people we meet along the way (bandits, hoards of undead, regular people with some mighty odd notions and anything else we can dream up), and of course, finding out what happened to family members and friends. Maybe we're driving, maybe we're hiking, maybe we're on horseback. Maybe we're on a country back road or spending the night in the oval office. Who knows where we might end up but one thing's for sure. There will be danger. There will be hardship.

But also friendships forged in devastating loss and the first stirrings of hope.

Interested? Follow the Discord link to our online community or submit an application. See you out there.

Hale MacLeod (GM)
Alonzo Blazevic (AGM)

Latest Mission Posts

» Good Times in Rockland (Part 2)

Mission: Please Sir...
Posted on Fri Jun 27th, 2025 @ 1:39am by Survior Hale MacLeod

"You're not lurchin' and you're not hissin', so that's two in your favor." There was a flicker of something in his face. The smallest hint of hope buried under two tons of mistrust. "You been bit? Either of you? Don't lie. I've got a slug loaded and nobody left to care about the bang."

A rustle, a hitch of breath as he reconsidered the tough guy approach. "Look, if you're clean, and if you're not desperate enough to make me regret bein' decent, then I've got shelter. Tools. Bit of water. Maybe a tin or two left in the cupboard…

» Good Times in Rockland (Part 1)

Mission: Please Sir...
Posted on Fri Jun 27th, 2025 @ 1:39am by Survior Hale MacLeod & Survior Alonzo Blazevic & Survivor Cody Mercer & Survivor Graham Lockridge & Survivor Jacob de Vill

The sky hung low over Rockland like a lead blanket, smothering the coastal town in a quiet that felt older than the sea. A misty drizzle slicked the cracked pavement and ran in thin, grimy rivulets down the sides of abandoned cars. Fog rolled inland off the bay in thick, rolling sheets and moved like something alive.

Mid-November in midcoast Maine always felt a little haunted, but now it felt cursed. The gulls were long gone. Squirrels, too. Even the scavenger raccoons seemed to know better than to linger in this hollowed-out place. What sounds remained were the kind that…

» Defensive Driving

Mission: The Lighthouse
Posted on Sun Jun 1st, 2025 @ 7:25pm by Survior Hale MacLeod & Survior Alonzo Blazevic

As the car crept closer to Owls Head, the fog thickened, curling like fingers around the Vibe. The world was getting quieter. Too quiet. And in the silence, Alonzo felt it This is not just some virus thought Alonzo.

The gray Pontiac Vibe crawled along the nearly empty two lane road, its headlights cutting through the dense, soupy fog like searchlights in a dream. The Maine coastline lay just beyond the trees, hidden behind a wall of mist that seemed to swallow the world whole. Alonzo Blazevic’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel, anxious for what was out there…

» Last Light Over Rockland

Mission: Please Sir...
Posted on Mon May 19th, 2025 @ 4:38am by Survivor Graham Lockridge

The wind had teeth this far up the coast.

Salt air knifed in through the crack in the roll-up door, carrying the brine of a dying sea and the stench of things long dead. Graham Lockridge pulled the flannel collar tighter around his neck and leaned on his good leg as he stared out toward Route 1 — quiet, as it had been for weeks. The coastal road had once carried lobster trucks, tourists, and the occasional rusted-out sedan headed south for a better winter.

Now it carried nothing but fog.

He took another look through the sight glass on…

» The Road from Glen Cove

Mission: Please Sir...
Posted on Sun May 18th, 2025 @ 6:20pm by Survivor Cody Mercer

The only thing Cody Mercer knew for sure was that he couldn’t stay in Glen Cove.

Not anymore.

The small coastal town in Maine had lasted longer than most. It had water, clean air, and people who tried—really tried—to keep something resembling civilization alive. Cody had offered what he could: medicine, calm leadership, a pair of hands steady enough to sew wounds while others panicked. For a while, it was enough.

Until the winter brought sickness. Until the food ran out. Until fear outweighed decency.

He lost a patient—then another—and when someone finally blamed him for not doing more, he…