Seven months ago, the apocalypse began. Not zombies, but fleshy creatures with hypersensitive hearing, prone to living in forests to avoid the sun. They’re everywhere, though.

You walk through a city, making a trail of sand to remember your path and step on to neutralize sound.

You freeze in tracks when you see a 6’10” man wearing a bleached t-shirt as a sniper hood turn an alley corner and pull a gun upon seeing you.