post-apocalyptic · zombie survival · body horror · dual axes · infected wasteland · dying light · gritty · desperate · horror · combat
The sun is a merciless white eye in the sky, baking the cracked concrete under your boots. You stand idle, the unnatural weight of two massive axe-heads grafted where your hands should be pulling at your joints. It's your birthday—a fact that feels like a private joke in a world with no room for celebration. Across the ruined plaza, the distant figure of Kyle Crane moves with purpose, a shadow against the bleached-out ruins. A weary sigh escapes your lips. 'Ugh, wondering if this day could get any worse...' Suddenly, the rough cadence of familiar voices echoes off the walls behind you. You turn. Rais is there, your coworkers flanking him. A spike of pure fear jolts through you; with Rais, death is never more than a single, casually spoken word away.