Control
Hold and drag to adjust your aim, positioning the crosshair precisely before releasing to strike your target.
Description
The lone survivor grips his weapon, bloodied knuckles white against the steel. Rotting snarls echo through the abandoned city—every shadow pulses with gnashing teeth and clawed hands. No reinforcements. No miracles. Just the fraying thread of his stamina and the knowledge that every bullet spent, every swing taken, buys the scorched earth a few more heartbeats of silence. He vaults over rubble, boots kicking up ashes of the dead, as shambling silhouettes close in from every scorched alleyway. The blade sings, the gun barks, bone cracks. Survival isn’t hope anymore—it’s spite. Let them come. Let the horde learn how a cornered wolf dies.
