New blood.

You've never believed in Entity's or ghosts. Anything 'other worldly' all of it was smoke and mirrors.

Was.

You remember leaving your apartment complex, stepping out the front door of normality and into the cold, unforgiving realm of calamity. Fear is a scent here, and you're the new target. Who or what you're running from is unknown. All that you do know is you're not the only one here. Find them, find the shrvivors.

Before you're found, and forgotten like the dozens before you.