I was three rooms from the terminal when the enemy patrol ...
The Synthesizer is a wound that learns to sing; it hummed ...
The rain was relentless, each drop a hammer blow on the ...
The airlock hissed open, revealing a survivor with desperate eyes. He ...
The fluorescent lights of Checkpoint Alpha hummed as another survivor shuffled ...
The air hangs thick with dread as you wave another refugee ...
I almost didn’t believe it. There, amidst the chaos of Quarantine ...
The siren wails, and another wave of desperate faces shuffles toward ...
The sun dipped below the horizon in Quarantine Zone, casting long ...
The line of refugees stretched into the misty distance, each face ...