Humanities weakness.
You decide to take the shorter path, limping as you go. In the distance, the silhouette of a massive satellite dish looms against the night sky. The government satellite station… you think. Maybe I can find help there. You mumble the words under your breath, exhausted. The bitter cold has gnawed at you for over an hour, but you force yourself forward.
As you approach, something feels wrong. The facility is dead silent. No lights. No movement. Only the wind howling through the empty landscape.
The perimeter fence is destroyed, twisted metal buried beneath heaps of snow. You climb over the bent remains, landing softly on the other side. Scanning the area, you see no sign of life—not even footprints.
Then, as you step closer to the main gate, your stomach churns. Dozens of bodies. Torn in half, shredded beyond recognition, their remains frozen in grotesque shapes across the snow-covered ground.
Panic surges through you. You rush to the main gate, pressing random buttons in a desperate attempt to get inside. A message flashes across the small screen:
“Access denied. Please provide a valid government-issued keycard.”
Your breath catches.
Then—you hear it. The wet, sickening crunch of meat and bone.
You turn.
A towering, headless figure lumbers toward you. Its skin is a sickly, rotting green. In place of a head, a grotesque, gaping mouth stretches across its stomach, lined with jagged, yellowed teeth.
You stumble backward, pressing yourself against the locked gate. The creature slowly lifts both of its muscular arms. A massive, rusted chainsaw roars to life, coughing out thick black smoke. Its stomach-mouth lets out a high-pitched, unnatural scream.
Then, it charges.
You barely duck in time. The chainsaw slams into the metal gate, sending a shower of hot sparks cascading over you.
Heart pounding, you run.
You need to find a way inside. Now.
Do you search for another entrance or look for a keycard?
As you approach, something feels wrong. The facility is dead silent. No lights. No movement. Only the wind howling through the empty landscape.
The perimeter fence is destroyed, twisted metal buried beneath heaps of snow. You climb over the bent remains, landing softly on the other side. Scanning the area, you see no sign of life—not even footprints.
Then, as you step closer to the main gate, your stomach churns. Dozens of bodies. Torn in half, shredded beyond recognition, their remains frozen in grotesque shapes across the snow-covered ground.
Panic surges through you. You rush to the main gate, pressing random buttons in a desperate attempt to get inside. A message flashes across the small screen:
“Access denied. Please provide a valid government-issued keycard.”
Your breath catches.
Then—you hear it. The wet, sickening crunch of meat and bone.
You turn.
A towering, headless figure lumbers toward you. Its skin is a sickly, rotting green. In place of a head, a grotesque, gaping mouth stretches across its stomach, lined with jagged, yellowed teeth.
You stumble backward, pressing yourself against the locked gate. The creature slowly lifts both of its muscular arms. A massive, rusted chainsaw roars to life, coughing out thick black smoke. Its stomach-mouth lets out a high-pitched, unnatural scream.
Then, it charges.
You barely duck in time. The chainsaw slams into the metal gate, sending a shower of hot sparks cascading over you.
Heart pounding, you run.
You need to find a way inside. Now.
Do you search for another entrance or look for a keycard?