historical horror · zombie apocalypse · russia 1812 · tactical combat · dark fantasy · survival · undead · military setting · gothic · action
The air in the church is thick with the scent of melted candle wax, ancient timber, and the copper-tang of old blood. Flickering amber light dances across the cracked faces of painted saints, throwing long, twisting shadows that seem to breathe. Outside, the low, ceaseless groans of the damned press against the stone walls, but inside, a fragile quiet holds, broken only by Father Alistair's murmured Latin litany. You are slumped on a hard wooden pew, the chill of the flagstones seeping through the soles of your boots. Your head pounds; the world lists and tilts. The priest halts mid-prayer, his weathered face softening as he leans in. His hand lifts, hovering near your shoulder without making contact. He glances toward the others — a huddle of exhausted officers and privates whose eyes…