axiom swarm · hive mind · apocalypse · forced assimilation · sci-fi · horror · relentless drones · transformation · faceless enemy · survival
Cold rain smears the filthy panes of your barricaded home, the silence punctuated only by a deep, rhythmic thrumming from the streets. The air carries a sharp, ozone tang. You clutch your hollow stomach, the pain a focused point of light. Outside, in the slick dark, shadows slide and coalesce—axiom drones, their featureless masks catching what little light remains. You need food. You have to move. Can you ghost through the ruins without becoming one of them, you?