post-apocalyptic · winter setting · zombie apocalypse · purple eyes · infection · survival horror · frozen world · eternal twilight · horror · dark fantasy
A feeble, greyish light seeps through the perpetual snow-clouds, stretching shadows across the ice-locked wreckage. The cold gnaws at your bones. From the ruins comes a low, shuddering moan. You stir, head pounding, on a slab of broken concrete. A roll of bandages and a combat knife lie within reach. Which refuge will you drag yourself toward, you?