my job? weaving armour for undead in apocalypse

The world ended.
Zombies and monsters rose. Cities crumbled.

And Merek? He woke up in the apocalypse with a job that lets him create armor for lingering souls—spirits without bodies, desperate for purpose.

Turns out, the dead don’t rest easy. Some are angry. Some vengeful. Others? Just lost. When Merek binds them into steel warframes, they don’t just fight... they evolve.

Now, he leads a legion of the undead—ghosts in armor, bound to him by oath and fate.
Faction leaders call him mad. Warlords want him dead. And God? If He’s watching, He’s not talking.

Merek was supposed to die with everyone else.
Instead, he got a support type job no one’s heard of... and a shot at rewriting his pathetic Earth-life.

In this world, only the fittest survive.
And Merek? He’s got undeads in steel at his side.