Sometimes when people die, it comes as a great shock. Even to them… A group of the dead linger here, in the yellow dwelling on the hill - once a castle, then a stately home, now falling into ruin. These ghosts drift and mingle, and brood on their lost lives. Death can be caused by so many things - war, pandemics, ordinary murder - even suicide or accident. Even time. But after death, surely, one could hope for peace? Not any more. For with 2020 the New Apocalypse began. Civilisation crashed, and outside this ancient building things terrible, predatory, mindless and unkillable roam and bellow. Now all the lights have gone out for good - Where do you turn?