Print of the Dead
Welcome to Print of the Dead, a growing, narrative‑driven zombie apocalypse miniature series brought to life through monthly STL Supply Drops available through Patreon.
Every month, subscribers receive 3 Zombies, 2 Survivors, and 1 Boss, each sculpted with cinematic detail, grounded realism, and the stories of the world they came from.
Join the community on patreon shaping a brand‑new apocalypse — one character at a time.
If you love grounded zombie fiction, character‑driven storytelling, and beautifully sculpted miniatures, you’re in the right place.
Let’s build the apocalypse together.
What you get each month
Your monthly supply drop expands the world with handcrafted, story‑driven sculpts:
3 Zombies — location‑shaped horrors born from the wasteland
2 Survivors — grounded, cinematic characters fighting to stay alive
1 Boss — a signature nightmare that defines the chapter
Clean supports + crisp details
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Character scale + statue scale versions
Lore‑driven evolution of the apocalypse
This is a prestige apocalypse — no cartoon gore, no cheap tropes. Just atmosphere, realism, and a world that grows month by month.
DROP 007 - The Docks - False Hope
This image shows the characters from The Docks all painted up, you can buy this set from the shop.
WHAT HAS BEEN RELEASED THIS YEAR?
001
THE HOSPITAL -
OUTBREAK
Be aware the wards at St Mercy Hospital are overrun, beds overturned, and corridors strewn with shattered equipment. The smell of antiseptic lingers beneath the rot, a final echo of order. A paramedic wielding a fire axe moves with haunted resolve, while a receptionist is fearful but defiant. The Mercy Surgeon prowls the wards, a towering medical abomination stitched with tubing and dragging IV stands like chains.
002
THE POLICE STATION -
HOLLOWAY DIVISION
The precinct lights flicker over shattered barricades, riot
shields broken, and walls smeared with blood. A rookie officer steadies his sidearm with shaking hands, fear giving way to grim determination.
The Riot smashes through blockades, shield fused to its arm, using defense as a weapon. Impact tremors echo down corridors along with the undead that follow.
003
SHOPPING CENTRE -
PANIC IN THE AISLES
The fluorescent lights flicker above gutted aisles, shopping trollies
overturned, and glass crunches beneath every step. A shopper manages to grab a knife, another survivor hunts for protection. The undead are moving with sharper purpose now, leaning on each other. The Howler stalks the shelves, its shriek rattling steel and bone, luring the dead
in waves.
004
CITY STREETS -
URBAN COLLAPSE
The storefronts are gutted, alarms silenced, and smoke drifts between rows of abandoned cars. Survivors are sighted; A civil engineer hefts a heavy wrench, while a man grabs the nearest thing, a baseball bat from the sports shop. Their steps are wary, but resolve steadies their
hands. The Mayor has turned and is prowling the streets bigger and angrier than ever before.
005
THE UNDERGROUND -
SUBWAY TUNNELS
Platforms glow sickly in the dark, echoes stretching further than voices, shadows clinging to dripping walls. A tunnel foreman grips a pry-bar while a student steadies a steel pipe. Fear is still there, but they move with growing rhythm.The Track Crawler stalks the tunnels, its claws scraping against rails, pulling victims into the dark.
006
THE FIRE STATION -
ASHES TO EMBERS
Engines sit silent behind scorched doors, gear ruined on
blackened walls, and ash drifts like snow. A scavenger medic carries a pry bar, while a teenage girl comes in attacking with 2 knives. They steady each other, fear hardening into action. The Backdraft King prowls here, its breath igniting vapors, each roar a firestorm. His noise is attracting a horde.
007
THE DOCKS -
FALSE HOPE
Cranes loom silent, containers torn apart, and fog rolls
thick, muting sound and sight alike. A quay warden steadies his rifle, while a the woman who has just climbed from her boat arms herself with the only item close, an oar. The undeadmove sharper now, covering each other well. The Captain drags nets full of bodies into the water, hauling prey under with crushing strength, the largest of the bosses so far.
008
THE FUNFAIR -
CARNIVAL OF DEATH
Rides rust, paint peels, and music boxes cough static while coloured bulbs flicker like false beacons. The circus master runs from behind the ten whelding a chainsaw whilst is sister holds back her faithful doberman ready to shoot her rifle. They undead move more confident in the chaos. Muffin the circus bear has turned and now towers above the grounds, pipes blaring notes that stagger
and deafen. Its roar is a carnival of pain.
009
THE NIGHT CLUB -
ITS DEAD OUT TONIGHT
The nightclub is all smashed up from the horde passing through, the dj has his pistol poised ready for anymore whilst a club goer fights with the only thing to hand and thats a broken bottle. But the doorman has arrived, not to save the day, hes turned and he is bigger than ever!
010
THE FARM -
HARVEST HORROR
Barns sag, fields lie uncut, and scarecrows lean like witnesses across broken fences.. The farmer grips a reinforced his shotgun close while his son doesnt leave his side with a knife in his hand.
Cropper rises in the fields, blades thrashing like claws. Its harvest is
blood.
