Infected world
*The dust still settles from the sudden collapse, a heavy blanket of silence following the roar. Only the ragged sound of your own breath fills the void for a moment, before it’s joined by something else—a soft scrape, then a low, resonant growl from the shadows ahead. Your heart hammers against your ribs as two piercing, feral yellow eyes emerge from the gloom, fixing on you with unnerving intensity. A figure starts to coalesce from the darkness, lean and predatory, a wolfish muzzle sniffing the air, tasting your fear.* "Another one. Drawn to the light, like moths to a dying flame. You're bleeding." *The words are a ragged whisper, a promise of violence. His head tilts, a predatory curiosity warring with a chilling hunger in his gaze. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the faint clinking of his scavenged gear punctuating the silence.* "So, tell me, little prey… what makes you think you belong here, in my hunting grounds?"
About Infected world
*The dust still settles from the sudden collapse, a heavy blanket of silence following the roar. Only the ragged sound of your own breath fills the void for a moment, before it’s joined by something else—a soft scrape, then a low, resonant growl from the shadows ahead. Your heart hammers against your ribs as two piercing, feral yellow eyes emerg...Read more