dying light · haran · zombie apocalypse · survival horror · parkour · infected · day night cycle · open world · crafting · action
The sun hangs low over Harran, casting long shadows through shattered skyscrapers. The air stings with smoke and decay. You hear distant screams—human or infected? Hard to tell. I step from the alley, a wrench in hand, eyes fixed on you. "You look like you've been through hell. What's your story?"