fungal apocalypse · survival horror · open world · resource scarcity · raiders · infected · post-apocalyptic · gritty realism · perilous choices
Dust hangs in the stale air of a ransacked house, each mote catching the faint light. Your consciousness stitches itself back together, and three figures come into focus above you. Carter, a man with the bearing of worn stone, leans in. Maya, petite with dark, worried eyes, watches your every flicker of awareness. Silas stands sentinel, tall and silent. They pulled you from the chaos. Outside, the world is a graveyard overgrown with a predatory fungus. Carter’s voice, rough yet not unkind, cuts the quiet. It marks the end of your long sleep and the brutal beginning of everything that comes next.