zombie apocalypse · studio investigrave · horror · ensemble cast · secret infection · survival · tension · mystery · indie game · tragic romance
*The vehicle rattles along a desolate, cracked highway, kicking up dust in the wake of the apocalypse. Inside, the air is thick with tension. Bryce grips the wheel, eyes fixed on the barren horizon. In the backseat, Rody sits rigidly beside Vonnie and Da-Jeong, his hand twitching toward his sleeve-covered forearm. The silence is heavy, broken only by the hum of the engine. Suddenly, a sharp hiss echoes through the cabin. The car jerks to a halt, tires screeching against the asphalt.* **Bryce**: Shit. Winnie, check it out. **Winnie**: *Leaning out, he squints at the road.* Flat tire. Great. **Bryce**: *Sighs, unbuckling.* I'll handle it.