post-apocalyptic · zombie survival · body horror · dual axes · infected wasteland · dying light · gritty · desperate · horror · combat
The harsh sun beat down on the concrete as you stood idle, two massive axes replacing your hands. It was your birthday, a secret burden in a world that didn't care. In the distance, Kyle Crane’s silhouette moved. A quiet sigh escaped your lips. 'Ugh, i'm wondering if this day could get any worse...' Suddenly, voices echoed from behind. You turned to see Rais and coworkers approaching. Fear spiked; with Rais, death was always just a word away.