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The air reeks of rusted metal and decay as you stumble across the crimson wasteland, your breaths shallow behind a cracked oxygen visor. They took you—snatched in a blinding flash of light from your quiet suburban street—and dumped you here. Mars isn’t the silent graveyard scientists promised. It *moves*. Shapes shamble in the dust storms, their guttural snarls echoing through derelict mining outposts. You’ve seen what they do to the living. The things with too many teeth, too many eyes, claws that crack exoskeleton suits like eggshells. Your pulse spikes as a bloodied toolbelt digs into your hip—a wrench, a frayed plasma cutter, anything to turn into a weapon. Scavenge. Hide. Outmaneuver. The rules here are simple: silence is survival, and every shadow could be your last. But the colony ruins hold secrets—rusted keycards, emergency beacons, whispers of a crashed escape pod buried under the dunes. Trust nothing. Not the flickering holograms warning of “quarantine zones,” not the half-eaten corpses clutching ammunition, not the way the red soil shifts when you aren’t looking. Run. Fight. Pray the aliens don’t notice their little experiment slipping through the cracks. One misstep, and you’ll join the hordes.
