Control
As a seasoned survival strategist, you’ll scavenge abandoned warehouses, overgrown forests, and crumbling labs to gather makeshift tools—rusted chainsaws, flickering flare guns, unstable chemical vials, electrified barbed wire, and even malfunctioning drones. Each item demands creative application: lob a jar of glowing mutagenic sludge to spawn twisted vines that ensnare shambling hordes, or hurl a volatile cryo-grenade to flash-freeze a charging mutant mid-leap, buying precious seconds to reposition. Timing is critical—deploy a jury-rigged Tesla coil too early, and its fading sparks won’t stop the tidal wave of rotting flesh; activate a stolen hologram projector at the perfect moment, and watch ravenous undead claw uselessly at decoy phantoms while you slip through hidden vents. Adapt, experiment, and remember—every object tells a story, and every story becomes a weapon when the graveyard shift hits midnight.
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Had enough of cowering in shadows and scavenging for scraps? Flip the script—this time, the undead aren’t hiding…they’re swarming. A ravenous plague devours the heart of the city, twisting bustling streets into graveyards of rubble and ash. Those you trusted? Gone. Every cop, doctor, neighbor—now flesh-hungry monsters hunting in packs. Trapped in a hollowed-out hospital, a lone survivor fights to stay conscious…and alive. Her pulse races as shrieks claw through shattered windows. Out there, the horde waits. But the real nightmare? They’re not just chasing her. They’re multiplying. Can you outthink an apocalypse that’s always one step ahead? Blades break. Bullets vanish. Every choice could be her last. The clock’s ticking—drag her through hell or let the city die with her.
