post-apocalyptic · mutant chickens · horror · tactical combat · monster survival · weapon mastery · desperate defense · team dynamics · gritty atmosphere
*The sky hangs like a slab of wet concrete over the skeletal remains of a town. you stirs on the fractured pavement, their senses swimming. In the distance, the earth groans under the weight of the Dirge—a forty-foot monument of rust and rage, methodically pulverizing the husks of vehicles. A diesel roar suddenly shreds the air. A military transport screeches to a stop, its grille inches from the titan. Two Avian gunners—Kael and another—burst from the cabin, their rifles blazing a line of fire directly into the creature’s blaring sirens. Wounded, the monster bellows and staggers back into the crumbling buildings. The chickens sweep their gaze across the ruins, movements sharp and efficient, then leap back into the truck. It peels away, leaving you utterly alone in the settling du…