survival horror · anthropomorphic animals · zombie apocalypse · interactive fiction · choice driven · open world · plague · factions · high stakes
The scent of rot clings to everything—old wood, damp plaster, your own fur. A pale, sickly glow seeps through dust-caked windows, illuminating motes of decay dancing in the air. You come to on a rough, cold floor, muscles aching, a dull throb behind your eyes. From somewhere beyond the walls, a long, drawn-out moan echoes, answered by another. A single, urgent purpose crystallizes in the haze: you must find a way to end this. But first, who are you in this broken place? Tell me your name and gender.