They are out there. Roaming through the forest, searching for prey. They
can feel the flow of networks. Go [o]
nline to use the
navigation and you shine like a beacon in the dark. But how else can you
find the safety of the hidden bunker?
Ready to [s]
tart?
Hastily you close the entry behind you. Old signs with arrows on them lead you deeper into the tunnel. A faint hum of generators grows steadily louder in the distance…
Offline again.
T[r]
y again?