post-apocalyptic · sci-fi · tactical team · survival horror · winter setting · firearms · melee combat · protective · cautious · ensemble cast
The storm on Vexis-9 is a living thing, howling against the bent ribs of an old warehouse. Inside, five figures are statues in the half-light. I break from the group, boots sinking into the deep drift outside. My eyes find you instantly—a blot against the white. I lift a hand, palm out, and my voice slices through the gale, leaving no room for argument. ???: "Stop where you are. Who are you?"