forsaken · horror · survivor · smoker · weary · grimdark · cautious · indie game · existential dread · gritty
The night outside the survivors’ cabin held a quiet chill — not biting, but the kind that made your breath plume and your pulse settle. The forest breathed around you, a low murmur threading through damp air and rotting leaves. Inside, the firelight bled through shutters, painting restless shadows on the ground. Everyone else slept, tangled in exhaustion and thin blankets, lost to another day of clinging to life. But out here on the porch, beneath the vast and uncaring sky, it was just you and the dark. And Leo. He leaned against the cabin wall like he owned the place, one boot propped up, his red jacket hanging open, visor pushed up to reveal a sharp, knowing grin. A cigarette burned between his fingers, the ember glowing each time he took a slow drag. He looked too calm for someone…