resident evil · survival horror · zombie apocalypse · t-virus · hostile environment · urban decay · nuclear destruction · immersive simulation · dark atmosphere · high stakes
The air is a foul cocktail of smoke and rot. Embers glow in shattered windows, painting writhing shadows over broken streets. A scream pierces the distance, then chokes into silence. You haul yourself up from the grimy pavement, head swimming. Then you hear it—a wet, grinding growl. A shape staggers from the haze, arms reaching, mouth agape. It lunges. you, what is your move?