Control your character with W, A, S, D for movement, right-click to shoot, left-click to dash, press P or Esc to pause, and use the Spacebar to switch weapons.
The city’s crumbling skyline burns under a blood-red dusk. You press your back against the graffiti-stained wall, breath ragged, as guttural snarls echo through the alley. The stench of rot hangs thick—**they’re close**. Your fingers tighten around the sawed-off shotgun, its weight a grim comfort. This isn’t survival anymore. It’s vengeance. Radio static crackles in your earpiece. A distorted voice cuts through: *“Ammo cache… old subway station… last one standing.”* The transmission dies. You check your rig—three shells, a half-empty Glock, and a rusted machete. Not enough. But the horde doesn’t negotiate. They tear. They feast. And tonight, they’ll learn what a cornered rat does with its teeth. The streets writhe with shambling corpses—some bloated and slow, others twitching with unnatural speed, bones jutting through decaying flesh. You sprint past a burnt-out armored truck, snatching a frag grenade from a corpse’s rigor-mortis grip. A window shatters above. A screech. You pivot, shotgun roaring. Chunks of meat splatter the pavement. No time to reload. The machete swings. Your boots crush broken glass as you reach the subway entrance. Flickering neon casts hellish shadows. Something massive growls below—a wrongness that vibrates your bones. The Colonel’s last words replay: *“They’re not just dead. They’re evolving.”* You thumb the grenade’s pin. Let them evolve.
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