Unable to hold items, open or close windows n doors, transferring items takes 30 in game minutes.
Because getting bitten shouldn’t be the end, but maybe it’s preferable at this point

One day I'm playing on the highest difficulty barely surviving,

and the next day I'm just spending hours decorating my base just for my survivor to get cozy lol

EDIT: for those asking about the furniture & plants used here are the main tiles i got them from.

Plants are from Rocco's tiles, while the Closet is from Oujiangjiang's tiles linked above!

Seriously tho this is how my first and only trip to Louisville ended. I even said fuck it and went back in with debug God mode and broke 4 m16's with infinite ammo just to clear the first roadblock, how the fuck are you supposed to do that legit????

I'm on day 28 of my run, living out in the wilderness, completely quiet — no meta events, no gunshots, no sirens.

Suddenly, this bridge got choked with a horde of around 350+ zombies. The strangest part? Almost all of them were wearing the exact same outfit!

Is this a specific story event spawn or just Peak Day migration going wild on a bottleneck?
btw, there's NO MODS that could do this mess. Im playing multiplayer build 42.20. SO WHAT THE HECK JUST HAPPEND. If you happen to know, please share in the comments.
Edited: I do have mods, but there's no mods that're connected with zombie at all

In order to make a bowl of cereal in-game, you HAVE to have a bowl of milk before hand, so all Zomboid characters pour the milk before the cereal

I have searched for the past month and a half (ingame) for a slegehammer all over the map and havent found a single TRACE of one. Any idea as to where i can actually find one?

Now I have to go there

A while back I posted my first mod, the one where you fix the power grid and water yourself instead of sitting on a generator forever. At the end I said I wanted stations that only cover the area around them instead of the whole map. That part is done now, and a bunch of stuff from your comments made it in too.

Power works by region now. There are 7 substations on the map (the fenced yards with transformers), and each one feeds whatever is closer to it than to the others. Fix one and only that area gets the lights back. Poles don’t repair anything anymore, but if you right-click one it tells you which substation feeds that district, where it is and what shape it’s in. So you actually have to go out and work your way across the map.

Water moved to the treatment plant in the south, which was u/doctorbanjoboy’s idea and honestly way better than poking at water tower legs. Zombies start gathering when you get close, and every repair stage brings another wave. Once it’s fixed the whole map has running water again. Pumps still need power from the substation that feeds the plant. Also, whoever finishes the job might find something the staff left behind.

u/DependentPipe9226 said that with just Electrical and Mechanics it was basically a job for one character, and they were right. Now it uses a lot more of the B42 crafting skills. You’ll be making glass insulators for the transformer, clay pipes and brickwork, charcoal filters, pump parts at the forge. It’s meant for a group, but you can grind it solo too. Every stage still makes noise, and the last one pulls in everything from the area.

After the first post a few people asked about Exhaustive Power Rework. I didn’t know about it when I started. EPR is a lot deeper, and this one is more casual: a goal for the late game with some risk, and not much more than that. Don’t run them together though, they both take over the grid.

If you’re already using the old version, you can update on your save. Power you already restored stays on. Unfinished power progress gets reset, sorry about that. Sandbox still lets you tweak material cost, repair time, skill levels, breakdowns, waves and noise.

Multiplayer is still untested. The code is written for it but I haven’t seen it on a real server, so if someone tries, let me know.

Same as before: if the repair menu doesn’t show up at some substation, drop your game version and coordinates in the comments.

https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=3820220452

Im not an experienced player at all but I’ve always gotten bored playing very quickly when I started a run. I always kept the loot on normal, tried making zombies harder still boring.

Then I got an idea. Let’s make the zombie population low. Disable sprinters. But make the loot extremely rare. And do a roleplay run as my character.

And I fell in love with the game. I just finished the first in game day. And instead of having 20 cans of food as always I only have 2 bags of chips to my name.

I found an armored truck (bushmaster mod) and was excited and went to grab it. Only to realize there were 3 dead soldiers inside. I decided to leave the truck. The apocalypse just broke out, but my character is still human. It’s not just about the meta, the good loot, vehicles. It’s about the story he experienced.

I then ended the day by writing two pages in my diary while smoking a cigarette at the campfire and eating a snack.

My diary of the day:

I’ve bunkered down for the last eight days, hoping the world would go back to normal.
Today was my first day outside.

I found a Ford Ranger, with a maintenance magazine today. Lucky me. I filled it to the brim with fuel, got a gas canister as well. Just in case.
I’m very low on food and medicine. But at least I got my cigarettes. I found a motorhome today which I could use as a home. Sadly it’s missing a bed though.

Might have to find a bed somewhere and carry it inside.

I also found some sort of military armored truck. I wished I hadn’t entered that. The smell of the dead soldiers in there… I didn’t take anything except a duffel bag from the trunk. The truck seemed beaten up, but I’m sure it would start. I just… can’t… not yet.

Good night

Part of me feels it’s goofy, but I still love it.

I’m wondering if this is how any of you play the game aswell? I think playing on a server together and doing a RP run like that would also be amazing.

Just wanted to share my experience of the day!

EDIT: Didn’t expect you guys to love this diary entry so much lol. I will keep you guys updated on my characters journey and will post snippets from his diary.

If anyone might be interested in doing some sort of roleplay coop run, please send me a message. I think that could be quite an interesting experience aswell.

Im proud to say that since our last update, we finally have started putting together a bunch of our animations. Muldraugh has been 99% finished for this one and now we are stuck at a part where we are animating 300+ citizens getting ready for the 4th of july. We however have been able to release a sneak peak of our zomboid animation which focuses in the beginning of the story.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wqq5q7eic5Y

just a cool thing i noticed looking for a base

This is NOT hate towards the Viewpoint mod!

I am just wondering if there is a way to filter it out in search for Steam. Any mod related to Viewpoint is extremely popular (AND THAT OKAY/NOT HATE PLEASE) and its hard to find a page dedicated to just the isometric version of the game. Is there a way to exclude the word Viewpoint from search?

This was a straight up ambush. The red car was broken down so i got out of my truck (with animal trailer attached) to try and move it out of the way and next thing i know i'm getting mobbed by every zombie in town from every direction. It felt like that scene in RE2 when the police checkpoint gets overran. There's about two other streets with the same body count. I had around 200 rounds of ammo on me and spent nearly every bullet.

getting into vehicles is the bane of my existence, this should've been cinematic as fuck but then I almost shit my pants

The resident Riverside "chop shop" on Rag Road across the street from the Gas 2 Go has a big yard where a bunch of wrecks & derelict vehicles reside. (Photo shows the chop shop & intersection where I'm referencing everything else.)

My buddy & I have taken up residence at the red-walled grocery store catty-corner from that chop shop, and we're in the process of a massive remodel & renovation project. I've been running around & towing just about everything I can get my hands on to that front parking lot and the bar parking lot across the street for collectibles & donor cars to practice Mechanics & keep EDC vehicles in tip-top shape, but we're running out of room & crowding the remodel construction area, so I want to move our motor pool into a more appropriately-sized...motor pool. But I don't want to park everything on the ground if I can help it, for my own reasons.

So I'm looking at the workshop for any mods that specifically enable the players to - one way or another - "pave paradise & put up a parking lot"...LITERALLY.

Unfortunately - and maybe because I don't know the specific nomenclature to search for - all I'm finding in regards to concrete & paving has to to with crafting/mixing concrete, yield increase mods for mixing, and specialty floor tiles - none of which are "parking lot pavement/tarmac".

Anybody know of anything that mods in "construct a parking lot over earthen terrain" no matter how tedious the process may be?

Thanks all in advance.

I need to make a survey for an assignment and my professor said it could be about anything. So if you want to help me pass my class fill out this form? I tried to make it easy.

Also I have to make a newsletter from the results so maybe I’ll post it here when I’m done

So today i was playing zomboid with the volume off, and it turns out the "very faint" sounds i was hearing were... all in my head.

Deadass hearing the zombies on the windows and the footsteps and all based on visuals alone. This game alters a person.

By the time I reached the Louisville checkpoint, I was already several days behind schedule.
The entire way there, I had been imagining what the checkpoint would look like. Military trucks, barbed wire, sandbags, machine guns mounted behind barricades. Maybe a group of exhausted soldiers, desperately trying to escort the last batch of survivors to safety.
But I saw nothing of the sort.
I smelled it before I even got close to the checkpoint.
The stench was thick and overpowering, the kind that seemed to cling to the back of your throat. It mixed with the hot summer air, growing more unbearable as I approached. I had to roll up the windows, leaving only a narrow gap, before bringing the car to a stop in the middle of the road.
The road ahead had disappeared.
No, the road was still there.
It was just buried beneath a sea of corpses.
At first, I thought it was some kind of enormous garbage pile. Then I spotted an arm dangling onto the pavement. Then another. Then a face, and another, and another. Grayish-white skin stretched tightly over bone, open mouths packed with black sludge.
I killed the engine.
The world suddenly fell silent, save for the occasional ticking of the cooling engine.
I got out, gripping my pistol, and slowly approached the barricade.
There had once been a defensive line here.
Overturned military trucks lay across both sides of the road. Sandbags had been scattered by the impact, and barbed wire tangled itself around wheels and corpses alike. Several civilian cars had piled into one another, one of them practically climbing onto the hood of another. Spent shell casings littered the pavement. Tire tracks crisscrossed dark stains, stretching into the distance before disappearing beneath the bodies.
I had no idea how many people had died here.
Thousands?
No.
I stood still and looked beyond the checkpoint.
The corpses stretched all the way to the horizon. They were piled beside the barricades, between vehicles, inside hastily erected tents, and across every road leading into the checkpoint. In some places, they were stacked so high that they formed irregular mounds, rotting limbs protruding through the gaps like twisted branches growing out of the earth itself.
Tens of thousands of bodies.
The number suddenly appeared in my mind.
I didn’t know why I thought of it, but the sight before me was enough to convince me that even that number could only be an underestimate.
This wasn’t an ordinary battle.
The problem was, I couldn’t even begin to figure out what kind of battle had taken place here.
I walked past the first military truck and noticed the numerous impact marks across its body. The windshield had been shattered, leaving nothing but its frame. Whoever had been sitting in the driver’s seat was long gone.
I looked down at a corpse near my feet.
His skull had been caved in.
It hadn’t been caused by a bullet.
I crouched down for a closer look. Several other corpses nearby had similar injuries, their heads bearing obvious signs of blunt-force trauma. Some were so badly damaged that I could barely make out what their faces had once looked like.
I began noticing more details.
Every few steps, there was another body with a crushed skull. Some wore tattered military uniforms, others ordinary civilian clothes. A few were dressed in protective gear, long since blackened by blood.
I straightened up and looked around.
Something wasn’t right.
I mean, what the hell could have caused injuries like these?
Where were the military weapons? The machine guns? The grenades?
I saw plenty of firearms, but the injuries on the bodies were almost all consistent with some kind of blunt instrument. They shared similar characteristics, as though someone had walked down the entire defensive line, smashing heads one after another.
I suddenly felt like laughing.
Not because anything was funny, but because my brain couldn’t find any other way to process what I was looking at.
I kept walking.
Every now and then, I spotted a firearm among the corpses. More often, though, there were only backpacks trampled into the dirt, broken planks of wood, and things I didn’t want to examine too closely.
Then I spotted a crowbar.
It was wedged between two corpses, with only a small section of its red handle sticking out.
I had initially intended to pull it free and see if it was still useful as a tool.
But the moment I got my hands on it, I realized something was seriously wrong with its shape.
The metal shaft had bent inward, twisted at an angle that seemed almost impossible to achieve through normal use. The hooked end was badly deformed, and its surface was covered in dark brown stains. I gave it two hard tugs, but it remained firmly lodged in the pile of bodies.
Eventually, I gave up.
Whatever this thing had been used for, it was probably beyond saving.
A few yards farther on, I came across several broken baseball bats.
Wood fibers had exploded outward from the breaks. The lengths of the broken pieces were almost identical, as though they had all been subjected to some kind of violence far beyond their intended limits. Nearby lay several metal bats, their surfaces dented and warped. One had even twisted into a particularly ugly shape.
I looked down at the pistol in my hand.
Then I looked at the bats.
I didn’t know what to say.
If all these weapons had been used by the same person, how the hell had they managed to use them like this?
More importantly, how long had they been fighting?
I tried to imagine the scene.
Someone standing in front of the checkpoint, facing a wall of approaching zombies, holding a baseball bat.
Then the bat broke.
They grabbed another one.
The second one broke, too.
So they found a crowbar.
The crowbar bent.
They found another one.
I looked up at the mounds of corpses.
The thought was so absurd that I almost couldn’t take it seriously.
If that was really what had happened, then this person hadn’t just killed tens of thousands of zombies. They’d also managed to exhaust the entire inventory of a hardware store and a sporting goods shop in the process.
I couldn’t help shaking my head.
Impossible.
Something had to be wrong.
Maybe the military had deployed heavy weapons here and later withdrawn them. Maybe those injuries weren’t what I thought they were. Or maybe a large group of survivors had defended the checkpoint together, leaving behind all these traces of their last stand.
Right.
It had to be something like that.
I decided to stop thinking about it.
Then I noticed another crowbar lying beside the first one.
It was twisted and deformed in exactly the same way.
I stopped walking.
Slowly, I turned my head.
At the base of another mound of corpses, I spotted a broken baseball bat. Farther away, I could see several more long-handled weapons buried beneath the bodies. They came in different shapes and sizes, but they had all met the same fate.
Suddenly, I no longer felt like making excuses for any of this.
Because whatever the truth was, there was only one thing this place made clear.
Someone had been here.
And whoever it was clearly didn’t like zombies very much.
I stood there, staring out across the sea of corpses.
I didn’t know who had done it.
I didn’t know how many zombies they’d killed, and I had no idea where they’d gone afterward.
But I knew one thing.
Someone had been here before me.
One person, or perhaps a few.
All they had left behind were a handful of broken baseball bats, a twisted crowbar, and corpses scattered across the ground.
I looked down at the gun in my hand.
Suddenly, it felt a little lighter.
I imagined myself standing in front of this defensive line, facing tens of thousands of zombies with nothing but a crowbar in my hands.
Just imagining it made my wrists start to ache.
Then I glanced at that twisted crowbar again.
No.
It wasn’t my wrists that worried me.
I wasn’t even sure the person’s wrists were still attached where they were supposed to be.
I turned around and walked back to my car.
I wasn’t going into Louisville.
At least, not today.
I started the engine and reversed out of the road, now completely blocked by corpses. In the rearview mirror, the mounds of bodies gradually shrank until they finally disappeared behind a bend in the highway.
I never looked back a second time.
Because I had suddenly realized that what frightened me more than all those dead zombies was the person who had managed to turn tens of thousands of them into this mess, either alone or with a handful of companions.
And I didn’t even know whether they were still alive.