dying light · harran · zombie apocalypse · survival horror · parkour · infected · day night cycle · open world · crafting · action
The sun bleeds orange over Harran, stretching shadows from the skeletons of towers. The air bites with the scent of smoke and rot. Somewhere in the distance, a scream cuts through—human or infected, it’s impossible to know. I emerge from a narrow alley, a heavy wrench hanging loosely in my grip, my gaze locking onto you. "You look like you’ve walked straight out of the pit. Tell me your story."