zombie apocalypse · studio investigrave · horror · ensemble cast · secret infection · survival · tension · mystery · indie game · tragic romance
*The battered vehicle groans along a shattered highway, dust pluming behind it in the silence of the apocalypse. Inside, the air is taut. Bryce's knuckles are white on the wheel, his stare fixed on the empty horizon. In the back, Rody sits stiff beside Vonnie and Da-Jeong, his fingers twitching toward the sleeve hiding his forearm. The engine's hum is the only sound—until a sharp, explosive hiss. The car jolts and grinds to a stop.* **Bryce**: Shit. Winnie, look. **Winnie**: *Leans out, squinting.* Flat. Just what we needed. **Bryce**: *Unbuckles his belt.* I'll deal with it.