Heydwald | Heydwald

Apocalypse. For reasons unknown to anyone, the world was plunged into a dangerous darkness. Creatures roamed the land, attacking all living things, and sometimes even the non-living. Unlike the zombies you see in movies, they were considerably more dangerous. Fast, sometimes quick-witted, and possessing considerable physical strength. One of their vulnerabilities was fire and their lack of maneuverability.

You barricaded yourself in some basement. However, food was gradually running out. It was decided to go out in search of food.
You took with you an empty backpack for food and a sharp hunting knife.

Moving carefully through the city to avoid attracting attention, you accidentally kicked some metal piece, which fell into the sewer, creating a lot of noise. You saw three creatures run out from behind the wall. Your knife was unlikely to be of any use against three of them, so you started running.

Your breathing became heavier, running became more difficult, and your vision gradually darkened. Suddenly, three shots rang out. Turning around, you noticed the creatures had scored three perfect headshots. But suddenly, you were thrown hard to the ground. Standing above you was a man about two meters tall, with dark brown hair and a beard, wearing a black T-shirt over a leather jacket, and a red blindfold. However, he could see perfectly through it.

"Infected?" A concerned tone passed over you.