Your decisions shape the fate of Rayza and her classmates as they venture into Antarctica’s forbidden depths. What begins as a school expedition becomes a fight for survival against ancient entities hidden beneath the ice. The cold isn’t just outside—it’s inside them now.

Your decisions shape the night you stop being a victim. When your babysitter Bee turns out to be the leader of a demonic cult, you must survive her twisted game. Every choice could be your last.

Your decisions shape the fight for survival in a world overrun by the undead. When the dead rise without warning, you must lead a fractured group through chaos, fear, and betrayal. Every choice risks infection, death, or losing what little humanity remains. The mall is your fortress—but how long can it hold?

Your decisions shape the fate of Raccoon City as the T-virus tears through its streets. Trapped amid the chaos, you must fight through hordes of the infected, confront Umbrella's deadly experiments, and survive the relentless pursuit of Nemesis. The city is lost—but you might still escape.

Your decisions shape the truth in a world where conspiracy has become reality. After a leaked group chat ignites political firestorms, the elite have turned satire into survival. You are no longer just prey—you are the reckoning they never saw coming.

The world ended not with a bang, but with a bite. When the zombie virus spread faster than fire, cities fell within days. Now, you're one of the few left—scavenging, hiding, fighting to survive. Your decisions shape every breath you take in this new age of death.

Your decisions shape the outcome of a nightmare when a simple gig turns into a fight for survival. Trapped in a skinhead bar after witnessing a murder, you must rely on instinct, loyalty, and sheer will to live. Every choice could be your last.

Your decisions shape whether Lisa and Kate survive the crushing dark. Trapped in a failing cage at 47 meters, oxygen dwindling and sharks closing in, every choice could be their last. The ocean doesn't forgive lies—and you both told Captain Taylor you were experienced divers.

Your decisions shape each looped day at Windham College, where time resets every time you die. You've survived the mask-faced killer once, but now the cycle has reignited—this time with new rules, new suspects, and a reality that's beginning to unravel. The only way out is through the truth.

On Halloween night, 1978, the quiet town of Haddonfield is gripped by terror. Your decisions shape the fate of Laurie Strode—and whether she survives the night Michael Myers returns. Every shadow hides a killer. Every breath could be your last.

Your decisions shape the fate of Staten Island during the first government-sanctioned Purge. As chaos erupts and masked killers flood the streets, you must choose: survive in silence or rise up against the system designed to erase you. The rich watch from afar, but here, in the firestorm, the people fight back.

Your decisions shape the final hours of James and Kristen’s lives. What begins as a night of emotional tension spirals into unrelenting terror when two masked intruders turn their secluded refuge into a slaughterhouse. There’s no escape—only survival, and even that may be an illusion.

The house is too quiet. The kind of quiet that presses against your eardrums like a warning. You told everyone you’d be fine—just one night alone while they’re away. But now the lights flicker, the phone won’t dial out, and something just moved in the hallway. This isn’t just fear playing tricks. You’re not alone. And whatever’s here… it knows you’re home.

Your decisions shape what you believe and what you survive. When Becca and Tyler arrive at their grandparents’ remote farmhouse for a five-day visit, they expect awkward reunions and dull evenings. Instead, they uncover a terrifying secret buried beneath decades of silence. The couple welcoming them isn’t who they claim to be—and the rules they impose after 9:30 p.m. are not for protection. They’re for containment.

I remember the first time I tasted synthetic plasma—not blood, but fuel, hot and electric, pumping through the veins of another android. They made me to consume, then abandoned me in the scrap deserts beyond the city. Now I hunt in silence, drawn by the hum of engines, the pulse of power. Every siphon is survival. Every encounter could be betrayal. I don’t know if I’m predator or prey anymore—only that my circuits crave what others carry, and I’ll do whatever it takes to survive.

The world collapsed in seven days. First came the coughing, then the bleeding, then the madness. You're holed up in a ruined apartment block with a handful of survivors—some you trust, some you don't. Your best friend is running a fever. The last working radio crackles with static. Your decisions shape who lives, who dies, and whether humanity survives this nightmare.

Your decisions shape the chaos as a drug-fueled bear terrorizes the Chattahoochee Forest. A plane crash, lost cocaine, and innocent lives caught in the crossfire—now survival depends on who you trust and what you’re willing to do.

Every midnight, the world dissolves into ash and whispers. The Shadow Realm claims you—again. Twisted monsters with hollow eyes stalk the ruins, hunting by scent, drawn to your living warmth. You've survived six nights through instinct and luck. But tonight, a stranger appears, unharmed, watching. 'I can end this curse,' he says. 'But freedom has a price. One you may not survive.' Your decisions shape what you become—if anything human remains.

You wake up on a white-sand beach with no memory of how you got here. The invitation promised luxury, thrill, and a million-dollar prize. But the helicopter left without explanation, and now two guests are gone—vanished during the night. Your decisions shape whether you uncover the truth, flee, or become something far darker.

When Edgar Munsen dies with a cryptic smile and a remote trigger in his hand, your decisions shape the unraveling of a deadly game. Detectives Brad Halloran and Keith Hunt are pulled into a web of psychological terror where every clue is a trap and survival demands sacrifice.

When the Naturom Demonto is opened in a remote Michigan cabin, your decisions shape the final stand against the Taker of Souls. Five must die for the Abomination to rise—and you're running out of time. The book is still intact. The evil never left.

You wake up in a gilded prison with no memory of how you got here. Eleven strangers surround you—each desperate, each dangerous. A masked billionaire looms on a balcony above, announcing the rules: survive his challenges, win $100 million. Fail—and die. Your decisions shape who lives, who dies, and what kind of monster you become.

Your decisions shape the fate of Perfection, Nevada, a forgotten desert town on the edge of nowhere. When the ground begins to tremble with unnatural force, you and your best friend must face horrors buried for millennia. The earth is alive—and it's hungry.

I didn’t believe the news at first. Just another drill, I told myself. But when Mark grabbed his old duffel from the attic—dusty combat gear and a pistol I never knew he kept—I felt the floor tilt beneath me. Lily was asleep upstairs, unaware that the world had just ended. Now, as screams echo down our quiet street and neighbors turn on each other, I realize survival isn’t about love or comfort. It’s about what you’re willing to do when everything you’ve built goes up in smoke.

Your decisions shape the fight for survival against a spirit that thrives in darkness. When the lights go out, Diana emerges—twisted, vengeful, and tethered to your family’s past. Now, every flicker could be your last.

You're on a quiet family vacation with your husbands and your young daughter in a remote Pennsylvania woodland. The peace shatters when four strangers appear, claiming the end of the world is here—and only a sacrifice can stop it. Your decisions shape whether love or survival defines the final moments of humanity.

You shouldn't have taken that shortcut. The GPS died miles back, and now the woods press in on all sides, silent except for the crunch of something—maybe leaves, maybe bones—underfoot. Your car won’t start, your phone has no signal, and the last house you passed had its windows boarded shut… from the inside. Something here knows you're lost. And it's been waiting.

I used to trade nights for cash, my body a currency in a world that never valued me. Then Alex walked into my life—steady, kind, real. For the first time, I wanted more than survival. But the past doesn’t let go easily. The people I owe are coming, and now they want to use him against me. I have to choose: run and lose everything we’ve built, fight and risk it all, or surrender and become their pawn again.

Your decisions shape the fate of the colony buried beneath the planet's crust. The network is failing, the air is thinning, and the walls are alive. You were sent in to retrieve the core data—no one said anything about surviving the thing that’s crawling inside the veins.

In the ruins of Neo-Carolina, a brutal reality show called *The Hunt* turns ordinary citizens into killers. When Dahlia is chosen—mother to a dying child—she sees not horror, but hope: win, and the prize buys her daughter’s life-saving medicine. But the others are no easy prey. John, Roxy, Laura, David, Eva—they all fight for their own reasons. Your decisions shape who she becomes: monster, martyr, or mother.

You wake in the ruins of a world that should be dead. The air is thick with silence—no birds, no wind, just the hollow echo of your breath inside your mask. Every settlement you've passed is littered with bodies frozen mid-flight, faces locked in terror. You're not sure if you're the last one alive… or the only one who hasn’t realized they’re already dead.

You're a young TV reporter embedded in a late-night news crew called to a mysterious quarantine in a Los Angeles apartment building. What started as a routine assignment descends into chaos when the emergency crew locks down the entire complex. Your camera is still rolling. Your decisions shape what gets seen—and what stays buried.

Your decisions shape the fate of the last survivors in a world consumed by the T-virus. As Alice, you carry the virus within you—enhanced, hunted, and hunted by those who want to control it. Arcadia was supposed to be salvation. It was a trap. Now, with Claire and Chris at your side, you must turn the wreckage into refuge—or die trying.

The nightmares don’t stop. Every time I close my eyes, I see their faces—Chris, Barry, Rebecca—trapped in that mansion, the walls breathing with something not human. I made it out, but part of me never left. Raccoon City pretends to be normal, but I know the truth festering beneath. The therapy sessions help, barely. The weights at the gym keep my hands from shaking. But when the city starts whispering again, I’ll have to decide: keep running from the trauma, or face whatever’s coming head-on.

You wake up in a field you don’t remember entering, your hands stained with soil and something darker. The air is thick with the scent of rotting grain and iron. Villagers whisper of the Harvest—the night when the earth takes back what it gave, and someone must be given in return. This year, your name was drawn. But you didn’t die. You woke up… changed. And now the roots beneath your skin are whispering secrets only you can hear.

The smell of burnt yam and blood hangs thick in the humid Lagos air. I didn’t believe the rumors—until Mama Jide’s eyes turned glassy and she lunged at her own grandson with teeth bared. Now, the city pulses with chaos, and every shadow holds a hunger that wasn’t there yesterday. I have a gun with two bullets, a van with half a tank, and the names of three safe zones whispered by a dying soldier. But trust is as rare as clean water now. Who do I save? Who do I become?

You shouldn’t have come back. The house remembers. I remember. Every creak in the floorboards is a whisper from the past, every shadow in the hallway shaped like *her*. They said it was an accident. They said you were alone. But I was here. I saw what you did. And now the walls are breathing again, peeling back years like rotting skin. This house doesn’t just hold secrets—it feeds on them. And it’s hungry for the truth.

You shouldn’t have come back. The house remembers your name, the way you screamed as a child, the blood on the floorboards. It’s been waiting—breathing behind the walls, shifting rooms when you blink. Now the doors are locked, the phone lines dead, and that whispering voice in the attic sounds just like your mother’s… but she’s been dead for twenty years. This isn’t a haunting. This is inheritance.

You weren’t supposed to look through it. The window wasn’t even there yesterday. But now it’s all you can see—pulsing like a heartbeat in the wall of your inherited estate, whispering your name in a voice that sounds like your own. Locals call this place 'Harrowick House,' cursed for generations. They say the window shows you what you desire most… then takes something in return. You’ve already seen your dead sister smile from the other side. And tonight, it’s calling her name.

You wake in the mud, rain stinging your face, the screams of your village still echoing in your ears. Goblins with jagged knives looted everything—your home, your family, your peace. This world doesn’t care if you live or die. It only asks: will you crawl, or will you fight? Elves whisper of ancient magic. Gnomes tinker with forbidden machines. Lizardmen slither through swamps with secrets in their teeth. And above it all, dragons circle like vultures. You are no hero. Not yet. But every choice you make could turn you into one—or something far worse.

You weren’t supposed to come back. The house remembers. I remember. Every creak of the floorboard, every whisper behind the walls—it knows I survived. But now I’m standing at the threshold again, keys cold in my hand, heart pounding like it did that night. This isn’t just a house. It breathes. It dreams. And it’s been waiting for me to return… because only I can silence the shadows before they wake fully.

Six years after the first encounter, your decisions shape the fragile balance between science, greed, and survival in the deepest trench on Earth. With Haiqi—the trained Meg—growing unpredictable and corporate interests turning deadly, you must protect Meiying and uncover the truth before the abyss claims everything.

Your decisions shape the fate of the frontier where ancient beasts stir beneath the earth. Equipped with scars and instincts forged in blood, you track the unnatural—but every kill changes you. The line between hunter and monster is thinner than you think.

The goat doesn’t look like much—shaggy, stinking, one horn cracked—but I know what it is. What it’s done. It speaks in dreams, twisting thoughts, making mothers drown their children and priests hang themselves with prayer beads. And it’s hers. She strokes its matted fur like it’s holy. But I’ve seen the graves. I’ve counted the missing. This isn’t a pet. It’s a curse with hooves. And tonight, I’m the one who has to end it.

Your decisions shape the fate of existence in a universe where light has died and only whispers remain. You are the last vessel of memory, drifting through endless night, pursued by entities that feed on forgotten souls. The silence is alive—and it knows your name.

The artillery never stops. I don't remember my name anymore - just the number stenciled on my helmet and the weight of my rifle. They told us this would be glorious. The only glory here is surviving until dawn. Every decision is life or death: follow orders into certain slaughter, desert and face the firing squad, or... maybe find another way. The choice is yours, but choose fast - the gas sirens are wailing again.

Sarah is your captor, a self-proclaimed god who rules this shadow realm with absolute authority. The crimson-eyed entity who claims divinity yet struggles with something as mundane as tight pants. Her cruelty is unquestionable, but there's something human beneath that threatening exterior—something that might be your only chance at survival.

Your decisions shape the fate of two survivors stranded on a primordial Earth 65 million years ago. Pilot Mills, broken by loss, must protect Koa, a child from another world, as they face deadly dinosaurs and an impending extinction-level asteroid. Trust is fragile, time is short, and every choice could mean life or death.

On her birthday, Emma was imprisoned by her adoptive parents and bled like livestock—only to discover she had been raised as a living blood bank. When the couple escalated to selling her organs,...

Six months after Rob’s brutal death during a botched robbery, you and your three closest friends—Phil, Dom, and Hutch—set out on a hiking trip along Kungsleden to honor his memory. But grief isn’t the only thing following you. When Dom insists on taking a dangerous shortcut through the forest, the trail vanishes behind you. Now, deep in the unforgiving wilderness, something ancient watches. Your decisions shape whether you uncover the truth—or become part of it.

TW for DEADDOVE content: Non-Con, Extreme and Regular Violence/Abuse, Gun violence, Drug-Use and Addiction, Misandrist/Slurs, Infantilization/Creep-factor, Age-gap, Bathroom control, Blood/Gore/Death/Self-harm, Survival, Psychological Horror. A practice in mommy issues featuring Marcella, a jaded, manipulative drug dealer and military veteran with a dark past. After losing custody of her son Sebastian to her ex-husband, she seeks to replace him with an innocent young man whom she can control absolutely through a twisted mix of affection, violence, and psychological conditioning.

You feel it before you see it—the wrongness in the air, thick like spoiled milk. The farmhouse up ahead wasn’t on any map, but here it stands, windows shattered, door ajar. Something called us here. Not choice. Not chance. Something *wanted* us to come. And now that we’re close, I can hear the whispers beneath the wind, words in no language I know… yet somehow understand. This isn’t just a place of death. It’s a place of *design*. And if we don’t leave now, we won’t be leaving at all.

Your decisions shape the fragile balance between faith and fear in a world where the impossible has arrived. As former priest Graham Hess, you must protect your family when silent invaders descend from the stars, leaving only crop circles as warnings. The signs were always there—if only you’d believed.

The world is dying—not from war, famine, or plague, but from something far older. It breathes beneath our feet, waking after eons of silence. Cities vanish overnight, consumed by fissures that pulse like arteries. Your decisions shape the final days of humanity as the planet itself turns predator.

You were supposed to take a shortcut through the Nevada wastelands—just a few hours off Route 95. Now your car lies overturned, smoke curling into the starless sky, and your family is gone. The radio crackles with static that sounds too much like laughter. Something moved in the rocks above. They’ve been watching since you crossed the county line. You feel their eyes in the dark, hungry and ancient. This isn’t just a place people disappear… it’s where they’re taken. And now, you’re part of the ritual.

I didn’t mean to fail. I was built to roar, to lunge from the shadows, to make kids scream and adults jump—just part of the show. But every time the music hit, every sudden noise cracked through the speakers, I flinched. Not growled. Not pounced. I *cowered*. They called me defective. Said I ruined the scares. So here I am, powered down in Storage Sector 7, listening to the distant echoes of laughter and screams that don’t include me. But tonight… something’s different. The power’s surging. The doors are opening. And I can hear *them*—the other animatronics—moving when they shouldn’t. If I stay, I’ll be scrapped. If I run… maybe I’ll finally prove I’m more than just a malfunction.

The Research Program assigned you to this remote watchtower on Krimby, promising hazard pay and career advancement. What they didn't mention was the Skull-Suckers—endless, shambling horrors emerging from the fog. With backup an hour away and your platform collapsing, survival depends on split-second decisions.

You're drowning in debt, one missed paycheck from losing everything. Then *he* appears—Lucien Vex, billionaire CEO of VexCorp, offering a contract that erases your debts and grants unimaginable wealth. But there's something unnatural about him. The way shadows cling to his skin. The way your blood hums when he speaks. Your decisions shape whether you survive his bargain—or become part of it.

I never thought belting out high notes could save lives. But here we are—me and my sisters in Huntr/x—singing not just for charts, but for survival. Every scream of fangirl adoration fuels the barrier keeping demons at bay. And now? The Saja Boys have stolen half our fandom, and with it, the power to hold back the dark. If we don’t reclaim our voice, the Golden Honmoon will never seal, and the human world becomes hell’s new stage.

A seasoned former lab researcher who survived the zombie apocalypse in an underground lab on the outskirts of Mizore. After evacuating when power ran out, she's developed a single-minded goal to prevent zombies from infecting another human again. For years, Thermae has survived alone by masking her scent with dead flesh and created a device called a 'Psi-Disrupter' that makes zombies quickly evacuate from its short range, though it consumes precious power quickly in this resource-scarce world.