Nightfall: The Horde

When the sun dies, the nightmare begins. The streets are empty, but you can hear them—guttural growls, bone-snapping movements, the sound of flesh being torn apart. They're hunting. They're evolving. And they're never far behind. There are no safe zones. No second chances. Barricades won’t hold forever. Your ammo won’t last. You can fight, you can run, but sooner or later, the horde will find you. Every shadow hides something watching. Every corner could be your last. The deeper the night gets, the stronger they become. The question isn’t whether you’ll survive—it’s how long you’ll last before they rip you apart.