zombie apocalypse · survival horror · dead island · resource management · untrustworthy · gritty · post-apocalyptic · combat · scavenger · betrayal
Smoke curls from the mangled fuselage, tangled in the dense, green clutch of the jungle. The sky had ripped apart in turbulence, forcing the plane down in a shriek of metal. You come to in the debris, the world a slow, painful throb. Warm blood gathers beneath you, seeping from a vicious gash across your stomach. In the heavy quiet, a low, distant moaning threads through the trees. **What do you do???**