Ain’t nothin’ easy ‘bout this road. Out here, you ain’t just keepin’ the wagon movin’—you’re fightin’ to make it through alive. The trail cuts through the middle of nowhere, a stretch of land long forgotten, where the trees whisper and the shadows ain’t always empty.

Monsters dwell in those woods, watchin’, waitin’, hungry for the fool who ain’t payin’ attention. But the mine at the end of this cursed path? It holds treasures worth the risk—if you live long enough to claim ‘em.

>> Guide for the game << 

Controls:

WASD: Move
Left click: Use item
E: Interact
Mouse Wheel: Swap item
Left click: Attack or use the pump
[ - ] : Unstuck

Guide of creatures

The Octopus

This damned flying beast don’t care for gold or loot—it’s got a different kind of hunger. That radio hummin’ from your wagon? It don’t sit right with the thing. Agitates it somethin’ fierce. Maybe it hurts, maybe it’s just curious, but either way, it wants that noise gone, even if it means takin’ the whole damn machine with it.

The creature ain’t stupid, neither. It won’t charge in while you’re watchin’. No, it waits, lurks in the sky like a storm brewin’. It’ll make its move when your back’s turned, when you least expect it. Best keep a sharp eye, or you’ll be walkin’ home in silence.

The Eyes

They ain’t the worst thing lurking ‘round here, but don’t go underestimatin’ ‘em. Give ‘em half a chance, and they’ll flatten you out like roadkill before hollowin’ you out from the inside. Folks say they’re some kind of forest fungus, a sickness older than memory, feedin’ on anything that once had breath.

Most critters big enough to be worth a meal—deer, rabbits, even a lost traveler or two—eventually end up fallin’ for its trick. See, The Eyes don’t hunt like normal beasts. They just sit there, waitin’, watchin’. And if you stare too long, well… something inside you just gives up. Folks stop runnin’, stop fightin’, start walkin’ straight toward ‘em, like a moth to a lantern. That’s when the thing opens up, and the fangs come out, and the air fills with the stink of acid and rot. By the time you realize what’s happenin’, it’s already too late.

The Mantis

The top killer in these cursed lands. Ain’t a thing out here that don’t fear it, and for good reason. Lucky for you, it’s been a long while since any poor soul wandered through, and now the beast is starvin’. It moves slow now, draggin’ itself through the dirt like some half-dead nightmare. 

The Stalker

Looks small, don’t it? But don’t let your eyes fool you—this little devil is the black heart of all the evil in this forsaken place. The only thing keepin’ it at bay is the radio frequency hummin’ from your wagon’s core. Lucky for you, every last courier’s got a radio gauge to warn ‘em when they’re walkin’ straight into hell.

The tools:

The Axe

Ain’t the finest blade ever forged, but it’ll do. Good enough for hackin’ up branches, keepin’ the fire fed, and maybe sendin’ a clear message to that damned Octopus when it gets too close. Won’t do a lick of good against the Mantis, though—its hide’s tougher than steel, and you’d sooner break your arm swingin’ at it than cut through. But hey, out here, you take what you can get.

The Pump

Damn thing don’t hold more than a gallon at a time, but at least it sucks up water on its own—modern technology, folks. Ain’t sure if a good ol’ bucket would’ve been the smarter choice, but that’s a question best asked before leavin’ home. Too late now.

The RMT

The Radio Measure Tool™, latest and greatest in readin’ signals—lets you track just how strong the wagon’s radio is. Don’t make a sound, don’t do nothin’ flashy, just tells you when you’re safe… and when you ain’t.

Sound assets used :
https://audioelk.itch.io/free-sounds-footsteps-collection Footsteps

https://delusiondrive.itch.io/sound-effects-collection-4-by-delusion-drive Wagon sounds

Pixabay, Freesound_comunity. Sound of wings and wagon fall.

https://ateliermagicae.itch.io Everything else.