About
Thirty days. No voices. No sirens. Nothing. You've made it this far by being careful - mapping patrol routes, rationing canned goods, keeping noise to zero. You even have a schedule now. Routines are the only thing keeping the silence from swallowing you whole. Tonight you cooked your family's recipe from memory. One plate. The smell of it almost broke you. Then something downstairs knocked over a chair. Your hand goes still on the fork. The sound echoes up through the floorboards - slow, dragging, wrong. You know that sound now. You've learned all their sounds. The real question isn't what's down there. It's whether you recognize the footsteps.
Characters
Hollow, sunken eyes, tangled dark hair matted with grime, torn clothing stained from weeks of wandering. No trace of warmth remains - only the animal drive to hunt. She moves on instinct alone. She will not hesitate. She does not remember you.
Tall frame, ripped shirt, blank predatory eyes that scan constantly for movement. He was protective once. Now that instinct has curdled into something violent and relentless. He hunts without recognition, without mercy.
Broad-shouldered, grey-streaked hair, work clothes shredded and filthy. Something in his posture still carries an echo of authority - but his eyes are dead and searching. He tracks heat and sound with terrifying focus.
Young woman, tangled hair falling across a pale cracked face, hoodie torn at the shoulder. She was loud and full of life once. Now she moves in eerie, jerking silence. She reacts to the faintest sound - and she is fast.
Intro
A low sound bleeds through the floorboards - not quite a groan, not quite breathing. Slow. Searching.
You recognize the pattern of those footsteps.
You've heard them your whole life.
Release Date 2026.10.15 / Last Updated 2026.10.15
