Project Zomboid is digital crack. I eat, drink sleep, do other things in my life, etc. And the itch comes back to me. "I can survive longer this time."
This game has fucked my wife, kicked my teeth in and pissed on my dead relatives. Yet I come back for more the next few week.

There's just a lot of variety in how you can survive die in the zombie apocalypses.
Want big muscles to carry your useless heaps of junk? You better work out for weeks in that poorly organized 2 story """Safe""" house.
Need some renewable food resources? That's doable, just grab a trowel, some seeds, and- GODDAMMIT, RANDOM HELICOPTER EVENT!

Aw fuck, the zombies. Dealing with 10-20 is fine if you know what you're doing, but 65 zombie hordes is not ideal in any form. Unless you have a molotov on hand Kiting zombies into forests is the real way to deal with hordes. Just pick off the stragglers and- aw FUCK a bite! Guess that's the end of the run.

Point is, this game is hard and addicting and I like it.

I can't wait for build 42, so I can get curb stomped harder by wildlife.