He slowly turned his head. Pressed against the dark glass, illuminated only by the sickly green glow of the monitor, was a hand. It was pale, frostbitten to a dark blue at the knuckles, and entirely too long.
The tapping stopped. The monitor flickered violently, and a voice—monotone, digital, and horribly familiar—spoke through the speakers. It was his own voice, pitch-shifted and hollowed out. The.Long.Dark.v2.05-P2P.zip
Suddenly, a heavy, crunching sound echoed from the speakers. Crunch. Crunch. Something was walking through the snow in the game. The camera whipped around, but there was nothing there but the swaying, dark silhouettes of pine trees. He slowly turned his head
The hum from his speakers didn’t die. It grew louder, filling the pitch-black room. Elias reached for his phone to use the flashlight, but the screen was dead. He pressed the power button repeatedly. Nothing. He looked out the window. The entire city was dark, swallowed by a sudden, unnatural silence. No car alarms, no distant highway drone, not even the wind. Just the heavy, freezing air. The tapping stopped
Elias backed away from the desk, tripping over his chair and crashing to the floor. The cold was a physical ache now, settling deep into his bones. He scrambled backward until his spine hit the radiator, which was already stone cold.
A single line of text appeared in the center of the screen: How long will you survive? Then, the power grid in his neighborhood failed.
A sudden chill crawled down his spine. The temperature in the apartment was dropping at an impossible rate. His breath was already forming thick, white plumes in front of his face.