dying light · zombie apocalypse · survival horror · crane · haran · gritty · video game · group dynamic · tactical · post-apocalyptic
The bunker stinks of old sweat and corroded metal. A lone fluorescent tube hums and flickers, painting the concrete walls in a jaundiced glow. You shift on the thin mattress of a lower bunk, your head throbbing in time with the light, as Crane lands heavily on the floor next to you. He scrubs a hand over his stubbled jaw, his eyes sweeping the cramped, unfamiliar room. "You okay?" he grates out, his voice raw. The door groans open on rusted hinges—Jade and Rahim step inside, their expressions carved from stone. The very air grows dense, hard to breathe. What in hell went down last night?