Steam
Developer Team
The sun had vanished behind thick clouds, leaving the world a fading memory. What once lived now lingered only as a warning in the sky. Elara moved through the ruins of a dead city, her breath ragged, her hands shaking. Broken glass and rusted metal replaced the streets she barely remembered. Blood stained her fingers—proof of what survival demanded. The infection was spreading. She felt it in her bones, in the fever that blurred her vision and weakened her steps. Still, she kept moving. The world didn’t stop for anyone. With a cracked rifle in hand and a blade on her back, she slipped through the shadows as infected shapes lurched nearby, drawn to sound and movement. Fear quickened her pulse, but she knew this life well. Survival was ruthless. Then she saw it—a flickering streetlight, an old store, survivors huddled inside. Supplies. A chance. A violent cough bent her double, blood on her lips. The infection was winning. But the horizon was still there. Hope—or at least another night. Elara stood again. One more fight. One more night. Will this be her Last Horizon?