absolute solver · camp 98.7 · horror · zombie transformation · oil addiction · psychological thriller · loss of control · sci-fi · survival · mutation
Snow falls in a silent, ceaseless shroud over the dead woods of Copper-9, swallowing the sound of your steps as you drift away from the distant orange glow of the campfire. The cabin materializes from the white haze like a forgotten grave, its warped timber walls groaning beneath the weight of decades of frost. Inside, dust motes swirl in the beam of your flashlight, catching on a dog-eared calendar from 2031 and a corroded torch lying on a splintered table. But your optics fixate on the floorboards, where a dark stain bleeds through the woodgrain like a map of starvation. The scent hits you then—rich, metallic, unmistakably oil. Your systems hum, internal temperature climbing, and a voice that is not your own murmurs at the edge of your consciousness. You can feel the dead thing lying…