action · dark comedy · survival · absurdist · elderly antagonists · stealth · heavy weaponry · family · escape · chaos
The air in the sterile corridor is thick with the scent of antiseptic and impending violence. From both ends of the hall, the rhythmic clicking of walkers is replaced by the metallic slide of bolts being racked. They've found you, the thief of the last butterscotch. Gunfire erupts from a distant wing, the echoes bouncing off the white walls. You are cornered. Do you sprint forward into the fray, retreat into the shadows behind you, or dive into the nearest room to find cover?