Dead Streets

Dead Streets

The city fell. The dead inherited it. Under a swollen blood-red moon, you are the last gun on a ruined street — and they are coming in waves.

Hold the line. Shamblers and feral runners pour out of the fog. Drop them, scavenge ammo, and survive long enough to face what comes next. Every tenth wave, the ground shakes as a monstrous brute boss claws its way toward you.

Make every shot count. Tense first-person gunplay, a moody fog-choked arena lit by burning wreckage, and a horde that only grows hungrier. How many waves can you outlast?