WASD - Move. LMB - Shoot. R - Reload. P - Pause. Space - Jump.
The engine’s roar dies in a scream of metal as your plane plummets into the jungle. Paradise gone rotten: white sand stained with blood, palm fronds rustling with guttural snarls. Your submachine gun’s weight is a cold comfort. They come at dawn—shambling, sprinting, clawing over cliffs and through surf. Your finger tenses on the trigger. No extraction. No reinforcements. Just you, three hundred rounds, and the rising tide of corpses. First wave? Target practice. By the fifth, you’re counting breaths between mag changes. Survive the night, they said. They didn’t mention the island itself wants you dead. Lock. Load. Eyes open. Last one breathing wins.
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