It’s almost two and a half years since the end of World War III. The world didn’t explode the way we always imagined — perhaps that would have been mercy. We turned our backs on modern civilization and stepped into a dying age.

Budapest is still alive. Slowly dying. Survivors have gathered into rival factions, hiding in the shadows of crumbling tenements, churches, and abandoned metro cars. We raid the silence of the dead city in search of weapons, food, medicine, and batteries. During the war, a district was sealed off behind walls of steel. The only way in is through underground tunnels. Because it remained closed, we believe untouched stockpiles may still lie hidden there. But no matter who is sent inside, no one ever comes back.


This time, I go. In the pitch-black labyrinth of tunnels beneath the city, I run into enemies. And the destitute, who live underground, warning me not to venture to the surface in this area. But why?