The Story
It started as a rumour about a research site outside town. Then the phones went quiet, the roads were closed, and the quarantine line was drawn around everyone who stayed behind.
Nobody came to get you out. Instead, something started coming in. It comes at night, it comes in waves, and every time it comes back there is more of it.
You and your squad are what is left. Stock up between the nights, cover each other's backs, and do not ask what the ground beneath the town is hiding.
Whatever you do, don't get separated. The ones we lost alone, we never found. — Radio log, night 3