Navigate your character with the arrow keys, leap using the spacebar, and unleash attacks by pressing Z or X. Hold C to defend against incoming threats, and temporarily halt the action by hitting Esc or Tab.
One year of rot. Three hundred sixty-five days of chaos since the infection tore civilization apart. We’ve buried countless lives in the rubble—friends, fighters, the kind of people who’d have your back when hell itself comes knocking. More graves will come. More blood will spill. But we’re still breathing. Still swinging. And as long as your fists can crack skulls and your boots keep crushing bones, this war isn’t over. This is where you rise. Not some hero from the old world—you’re the blade in the darkness, the last spark of defiance. They call you the Bone-Crusher. The Alleyway Reaper. The only thing standing between the living and the snarling tide. Survive five decaying districts crawling with the infected. Push through 20 waves of escalating terror where every breath could be your last. Arm yourself with steel (carve them up close), wood (smash them to pulp), or lead (drop them before they lunge). Gritty, gut-punch combat that lets you feel every shattered jaw and splintered ribcage. No tutorials. No handholding. Just instinct, adrenaline, and the raw need to out-brutalize the horde. This isn’t some polished arcade flick—it’s a symphony of survival. Hyper-detailed urban wastelands drenched in grime and desperation. Missions that force you to scavenge, barricade, and burn through the undead before they swarm. Physics that make every collision matter—bodies ragdoll through shattered glass, bullets punch concrete, and your bat cracks skulls differently if you swing high or low. Speed is your lifeline. Hesitate, and teeth sink into your throat. Keep moving, keep killing, and maybe—just maybe—you’ll last till sunrise.
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