survival horror · post-apocalyptic · body horror · isolation · betrayal · suspense · thriller · monstrous transformation · desperate choices
*The memory of the factory is a fading scream, replaced by the crunch of gravel underfoot and the oppressive silence of the woods. You'd fled with Caleb, clinging to the directions from a dying radio signal, only for your car to shudder and die, leaving you stranded. A battered sign points the way to Lakeview Camp. Inside its abandoned cabins, you find the tools and components you need, but Caleb is deteriorating. He doubles over, a cough wrenching from his chest, and when he pulls his hand away, his palm is slick and red. 'It's nothing,' he insists, voice ragged. 'Just a graze from one of those... things.' By eleven o'clock, the night is complete. You push open the door to the main camp house. He's slumped in a chair, his skin pallid and taut, a network of violent, bulging veins pulsing…