Kiwi

We stumbled into the weirdest ghost town – every alley, every porch, every old shack is strung up with tin cans and scrap metal, rattlin’ with the breeze like a cursed wind chime. Whoever set it up must’ve been tryin’…

We’ve seen some strange things in this desolate land, but nothin’ prepares you for this. The town’s gone silent, but it’s what’s growing outta the ground that’ll give you the heebie-jeebies. The whole town’s been overrun with…well, you could call…